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So many years, dead on a hollow road
dirty old blood runninâ through my veins
makinâ all kind of weird decisions
to cut all the light from the sky
seeing change as my knees are fallinâ
down to the praying ground
Holy might has grabbed hold of my soul for God
Itâs been a time I should have not lived through
ought to be lyinâ in the cold, cold ground
instead of knockinâ along this highway
leaning on Godâs Holy word
So I pray to my Lord in Heaven,
âforgive this wicked fool,â
Holy might has grabbed hold of my soul for God
Lord forgive me...Lord have mercy (2X)
Iâve got some work to get a workinâ on
lost a lot of time in a coal-mine hell
may my soul grow wise and strong
and live in a house made of stone
let Him in, all you Weary Pilgrims
head to the praying ground
Holy might will grab hold of your soul for God
Lord forgive me...Lord have mercy (2X)