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No doubt the prayers of my mother
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Have taken me aways down the line,
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And I'd swear the life of my sister,
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Well she's brighter than the sun when she shines.
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And I have been baptised in water,
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I have been baptised in fire
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And I've knelt with both hands on the altar
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And I've even sang in the choir.
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There've been forks in the road when I've had to choose...
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I pray He'll forgive me for singin' the backslider blues.

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- Yeah the backslider blues ain't a hard song to sing.
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You know right from wrong, you just don't do a thing.
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Stand there alone, feelin' battered and bruised,
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Singin' the backslider blues. -

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From the stained glass light of the chapel,
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To the neon haze of the bar.
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From the wine of holy communion, 
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To the liqour that's left me the scars.
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From the Bible that sets on my dresser, 
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To the clothes strung all 'cross the floor.
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From the prayers from my friends when they need me,
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To the times that I've ran out the door.
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Been taken by surprise by some women and rouge,
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And I pray He'll forgive me for singin' the backslider blues.

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And I hope that we can all make it
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To the place where true freedom rings
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And I pray that they have us some guitars
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So we can walk through the red buds and sing.
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Never know when you're out on life's highway,
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Gabriel might pull up to you.
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He'll say "Child, climb in and ride shotgun
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And we'll see what this big rig can do".
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There'll be nothin' more to say and nothin' left to lose.
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He'll have forgotten when we sang the backslider blues.

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- Yeah the backslider blues ain't a hard song to sing.
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You know right from wrong, you just don't do a thing.
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Stand there alone, feelin' battered and bruised,
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Singin' the backslider blues. I'm just singin' the backslider blues.

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