God Love Her

TOBY KEITH

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God Love Her
                     by
                 TOBY KEITH


Verse 1:

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Just a girl born in Dix-ie, washed in the blood

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And raised on the banks of the Mis-sis-sip-pi mud,

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She al-ways had a thing a-bout fall-in’ in love

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with a bad boy.

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Yeah, they could see it all com-in’ 

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But her dad-dy nev-er dreamed

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She’d grow up that fast, you know what I mean,

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The way a girl gets when she turns sev-en-teen,

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kind-a cra-zy.

Chorus:

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She’s a reb-el child and a preach-er’s daugh-ter,

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She was bap-tized in dirt-y wa-ter.

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Her ma-ma cried the first time they caught her 

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with me.

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They knew they could-n’t stop her.

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She holds tight to me and the Bi-ble

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On the back seat of my mo-tor-cy-cle.

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Left her dad-dy stand-in' there preach-in' to the

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choir, you see.

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God love her.

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Oh, me and God love her.

Verse 2:

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She kissed her ma-ma good-bye,

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Said, "I’ll be sure and phone ya."

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She called her from a truck stop in Tuc-son, 

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Ar-i-zo-na.

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With a-maz-ing grace 

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we made Cal-i-for-nia a-live.

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And then my gyp-sy life start-ed tak-in’ it's toll

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And the fast lane got emp-ty and out of con-trol.

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And just like an an-gel she saved my soul from

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the dev-il.

Chorus:

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Yeah, she’s a rebel child and a preacher’s daughter
She was baptized in dirty water
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
They knew they couldn’t stop her
She holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see

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And God love her     

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Oh, me and God love her

End:

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Now she holds tight to me and the Bi-ble

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On the back seat of my mo-tor-cy-cle

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Left her dad-dy stand-in' there preach-in' to the 

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choir, you see

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And God love her

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Oh me and God love her.

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God love her.

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Me and God love her.

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