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It’s a Sunday night in Chambersburg
snowin’ outside like an Old Testament curse
Feeling awful sick and my wife says she’s walkin’
I phoned up the preacher but he won’t be callin’
She says preach is gone, now that’s where I’m goin’
And I can’t say things could get much worse
cuz it’s a dry night in Chambersburg
She says preach’ll be buried in the mornin’
the cancer took him without much warnin’
They say he was a genuine faith healer
If that is so, then I don’t have to feel hurt
Cuz the Lord called him home and he’s gone to get his reward
But I still hope things don’t get much worse
on a dry night in Chambersburg
To this town he came a stranger
Heard it all before… This time it cut me like a razor
When that man spoke about the savior
put the bottle right down and started drinkin’ from the cup
But now I don’t know what could be worse
Than a dry night in Chambersburg
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With fingers parted
and taught hands a’ quakin’
He whispered words
that left me a’ shakin’
“Go now.
Be whole.
Unbroken in body,
flat busted in soul.
You’ll thirst no longer.
The void is now full.
Receive this blessing
in the name of the Lord.”
Amen.
The ground is covered but it’s opening up
The love that conquered it’s swallowing up
And on that day where we all end up
Gonna tickle it’s throat
then all it holds
will be given up
Until that day I got a question to burn
Since he’s gone my thirst has returned
Now I’m not sure what my faith will earn
How ‘bout another dry night in Chambersburg?
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