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Glory Glory Hardly Knew Ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
He is trampling out the vineyards where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He's the champion out of Venice where the great surf master scored.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the village with the great Sir Arthur's sword
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He has trampled on the village where the great giraffe is stored.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling on the village where the grapes are wrapped and stored,
They have seen the fateful lightning of His terrible slick sword
His troops is marching on
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord
He's trampling out the villages and killing with his sword.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling through the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
Glory Lori hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
He is trampling through the vintage where the caves of rattlers snored.
He is tramping through the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
His crew is marching on
His truth is marching on
His tooth is marching on
His truth is marching on
His troops are marching on
His truth is marching on