against me Beat me down, beat me down, forgive me For what I've done, I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame So lame, so, so lame
next good joy that Mary had It was the joy of two. To see her son Jesus, Make the lame to go. The next rejoice that Mary had, It was the joy of three
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t hardly stand Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne it's only seven miles to Mary
lame and he can't hardly stand Listen to that Norther sigh, if we don't get home we'll die But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann It's only seven miles
next good joy that Mary had It was the joy of two To see her son Jesus Make the lame to go The next rejoice that Mary had It was the joy of three To
't hardly stand Listen to that northern sigh if we don't get home we'll die But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne yes it's only seven miles to Mary Anne
lame And he can't hardly stand Listen to that northern sigh If we don't get home we'll die But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne It's only seven miles
lame and he can't hardly stand Listen to that norther sigh if we don't get home we'll die But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann It's only seven miles
that Mary had, It was the joy of two, To see her ownsome jesus To make the lame to go. The third joy that Mary had, It was the joy of three, To see her
good joy that Mary had It was the joy of two. To see her son Jesus, Make the lame to go. The next rejoice that Mary had, It was the joy of three. To
