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By Andrew Peterson, There is a reason you see
That I’m thicker in the
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By Andrew Peterson, We touched down on the sound
At the top of
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By Andrew Peterson, Sarah, take me by my arm
Tomorrow we are Canaan bound
Where
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By Andrew Peterson, Yesterday we drove all night to Pittsburgh
Jamie laid her head
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By Andrew Peterson, High Noon
High noon in the valley of the shadow
When
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By Andrew Peterson, Wake up little Isaac
And rub your tired eyes
Go and kiss
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By Andrew Peterson, Lost my luggage out in Kalamazoo --
Same way I tend
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By Andrew Peterson, Just as I Am
What's that on the ground?
It's what's left
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By Andrew Peterson, I suppose you could lay me down to die in
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By Andrew Peterson, When the mandolin sang like a bird on the wing
In
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By Andrew Peterson, Open the door and run outside
Your little boy heart alive
Into
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By Andrew Peterson, This is not the end here at this grave
This is
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By Andrew Peterson, My uncle’s in the county jail
His time is on his
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By Andrew Peterson, I am the woman at the well, I am the
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By Andrew Peterson, Hey Jaime have would you mind
driving down this road awhile
Arizona's
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By Andrew Peterson, This is not another song about the mountains,
except about
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By Andrew Peterson, I'd give you all of me to know what you
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By Andrew Peterson, I met the queen of Iowa
She was dying on a
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By Andrew Peterson, Serve Hymn
Words and music by Andrew Peterson
High this mountain,
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By Andrew Peterson, Father Abraham
Do you remember when
You were called to a land
And
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By Andrew Peterson, There is no road to bear me from my sorrow
No
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By Andrew Peterson, It's enough to drive a man crazy
Or break a man's
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By Andrew Peterson, After the last tear fallsAfter the last secret's toldAfter the
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By Andrew Peterson, Margie, won't you listen to an old man's wishThey say
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By Andrew Peterson, Daniel hollered goodbye to the old river bargeWith a dream
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By Andrew Peterson, The sun looks down on another dayAnd I stumble on,
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By Andrew Peterson, Behold, the Lamb of GodWho takes away our sinBehold the
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By Andrew Peterson, Well, I'm walkin' in the hills of CarolinaThrough the heat
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By Andrew Peterson, Tonight in the line of the merchandise storeWhile they were
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By Andrew Peterson, Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the NileOur