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In Memory of |
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Bless this truck I drive, |
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on streets where little children play. |
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when the night is long and deep, |
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through the hours big and round. |
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be my hands upon the wheel. |
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and teach him not to go so fast. |
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so I may care for what they ship. |
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that life is just a little while. -Amen- |
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