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Iris Dement

I've traveled 'round this country from shore to shining shore It really made me wonder the things I heard and saw I saw the weary farmer plowing sod

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God I'm born of his Spirit, washed in his blood

Ridin' on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of

Well, I woke up this morning without you. Don't ask me how but I go t through. The floor of this room I've been pacing; Trying to drown out the sound

Break My Mind Lyrics Baby, oh baby, tell the man at the ticket stand you've changed your mind Run outside and tell the cab to keep his meter running '

Twelve-hundred miles, it's length and breadth That four-square city stands It's gem-set walls of jasper shine They're not made by human hands One-hundred

You say that you're born again cleansed of your former sins You want me to say "I forgive and forget" But you've done too much to me Don't you be touching

Through your heart there runs a highway where the traffic comes and goes and the old loves are replaced by the new I keep searching for the stop sign

Riding east bound freight train, stealing through the night He was just a lonesome hobo who was fighting for his life The sadness in his eyes revealed