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I[G]f God had a nam[D]e, what would it be?

A[Em]nd would you ca[C]ll it to his face

I[G]f you were fac[D]ed with him

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I[G]n all his glory [D]-- what would you ask?

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I[G]f you[D] had just one question?

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Y[G]eah... [D]yeah... God is great

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Y[G]eah... [D]yeah... God is good

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Y[D]eah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah...

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W[G]hat i[D]f God was one of us?

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J[G]ust a[D] slob like one of us?

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J[G]ust a stranger [D]on the bus trying to make his way home

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If God had a face, what would it look like
And would you want to see?
If seeing meant that you would have to believe,
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets

Trying to make his way home...
Like up to heaven all alone...
Nobody calling on the phone...
Except for the Pope, maybe in Rome.

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W[Am]ell I found hi[C]m in [G]Pensa[Am]cola, in a trai[C]ler in th[G]e sand,[Am]

T[C]he man fr[G]om the picture,

H[Em]e's stained yellow in[F] my han[G]d, he's[Em7] stained  yellow in my[F] hand. [G]

H[Am]e was squinting[C] and stub[G]bled, [Am]and standing in the doo[C]r,   [G]

H[Am]e said if you've come to tak[C]e the [G]car away,

I[Em] don't have it an[F]y mor[G]e, I do[Em]n't have it any m[F]ore. [G]

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He's got the gospel on the radio, and the gospel on TV,
He's got all of the transcripts
Back to 19-63, back to 19-63.
He said I sold my blood for money ,
There wasn't any pain, But I just can't stand the feeling,
It's in someone else's veins, it's in someone else's veins.

Yay-hey etc...

Mama took me aside, tried to change my mind,
She said "don't waste your time,  in looking,,
There's nothing nothing, left to find, nothing, nothing left to find."
So I left him in Pensacola, in a trailer in the sand,
The man from the picture,
He's stained yellow in my hand, he's stained yellow in my hand.