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And in his grace the Love of God That we may be ever called ready When He calls us over Jordan's Tide Now look at that cold Jordan Look at these deep
: river jordan, won't you wake my pharoah so he can teach my people to walk the straight and narrow come lie beside me in a horse drawn carriage drug
would give anything To be you My voice, my worm, my wife A first born or two I'd give the knife, my mike if just Cut me at the knees My God (my Jordan
: I'm goin' down to the river Jordan I'm goin' down to the river Jordan I'm goin' down to the river Jordan I'm goin' down to the river Jordan One of
that gold land that I call home I'm coming home to see my father I'm coming home no more to grieve I'm coming home just over jordan I'm coming home to
All of your life you've been waiting Keeping your feet on the ground So much that you've never seen It's just been a dream and until now Everyone knows
I gotta turn this car around I never should have left you there Boy this traffic is making me sick Boy I can't wait to have you near I gotta hurry, hurry
touch with Jesus And in the special love of God And maybe ever get ready When he comes on Jordan's tide Now look at that cold Jordan Look at its deep
I like tight jeans, dark shades When I walk the ground shakes, boom Like an 808, boom You appreciate my lean body, nice shape Wanna take me on a date
Everybody knows, everybody knows that I'm coming for you, tough, I'm coming for you, tough Everybody knows, everybody knows that I'm coming for you, tough
would give to be you, yeah My voice, my worm, my wife A first born or two I'd give the knife, my mike if just Cut me at the knees My God, my Jordan
You say it's been too long, since you had some You say I turn you on, like the fire that's burring inside You think that I'm the one, you see in your
This is the G. I. Jive Man alive It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive Jack, that's the G. I. Jive Roodley-toot Jump
Mop mop, a thousand years ago Mop mop, a guy named Jungle Joe Was a drummer man in a Zulu band That made swing history Mop mop, one day the king said
Baby, baby, baby, What's wrong with Uncle Sam? He's cut down on my sugar Now he's messin' with my ham I got the ration blues Blue as I can be Oh, me,
Oink oink, moo moo Oink oink, moo Oink oink, moo moo Q-q-quack, q-q-quack Peep peep, peep peep "Peep peep", said the chick in the barnyard pen "Quack
Doug the Jitterbug Just a silly lug Young and wild with lots of style That's Doug the Jitterbug Just a crazy mug Drinks liquor by the jug He's alive
