Amazing Times:
Sung to Amazing
Grace
Am-a-zing
debt
How deep it
goes
I'm dig-ging my own
hole
I bought a house, a
car, a pool
And it only cost my
soul
Amazing
fool
I went to
school
But not a job was to
be found
The eve-ning news
just sang the blues
So I up-and
left-this town
Set-tled in
Maine
Out in the
sticks
Bought a gun - and
plan-ted seed
How peace-ful did my
mind become
When I harvested the
weed
But the tax-man
came
To steal my
crop
Til I sang him this
same song
Next thing-I knew-we
were best friends
And being right they
say is wrong
So heed my
story
You're never
free
If you're a slave
for lib-er-ty
The rich exploit the
working man
And his lot is
pov-er-ty.
CSL c. 08/01/05
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