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Sunday morning in the valley we would gather for the service
Emmily Jane would run to meet me she'd smile at papa kinda nervous
All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound
As they sang thanks to the Lord for the sun up in the sky
For the corn that's growing high and for the child that didn't die
Thanks to the Lord for the crops and for the farm
For the satrenght in my right arm and for keepin' us from harm
Thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane
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Came the day that we were married all our folks from the congregation
Emmily Jane was like an angel the sweetest thing in all creation
Papa hugged me and my mama cried everybody smiled with pride
As they sang thanks to the Lord...
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