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She--- was raised
Off the wealth of her father
On his German estate
Where she stayed

Bootleg --- whiskey
When he tried to stop its sugar
He was shot in the street
And she grieved

Everyone in that Cherokee town had heard of tales of his fame
He had a church and a park, a train, and planted trees in his name

He was your daddy, child
They killed your daddy, child
You always needed your daddy

She gave – her life in
Service of his church, the poor, and the Lord
And she did

Violin --- Piano
In a house filled with music why’d you make it so cold?

You gave your children your shame of your wealth and your grief for the poor.
In washing color from your husband’s life you drove that man out the door.

You pushed their daddy, child
They lost their daddy, child
They always needed their daddy.

Your children said you loved God too much to have love left for them.
Could it be that this love of God was the way you chose to grieve?
So you gave the days of your life to the church of your dead daddy.

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