Room For The Poor

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One cold autumn morning the leaves
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 had turned brown
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A hobo came tramping through a 
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small western town
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He walked through the church yard 
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to the preacher's back door
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Where he knew there was refuge and
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 room for the poor


[Verse 2]
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Is there room for the poor across 
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the divide
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Where bums don't go hungry and 
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freezing outside
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Or will they be driven from the 
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Savior's back door
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Oh say up in heaven is there room 
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for the poor


[Verse 3]
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He knocked and then waited for the
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 preacher to come
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With just a kind word for a broken 
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down bum
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The preacher arrived and looked out
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 in dismay
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With a few angry words he, he 
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drove him away


[Verse 4]
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Is there room for the poor across 
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the divide
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Where bums don't go hungry and 
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freezing outside
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Or will they be driven from the 
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Savior's back door
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Oh say up in heaven is there room 
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for the poor


[Verse 5]
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Oh if you won't offer me something
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 to eat
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May I sit here a moment and rest my
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 poor feet
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I've traveled so far now I’m weary 
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and sore
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Oh say up in heaven is there room 
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for the poor


[Verse 7]
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Is there room for the poor across 
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the divide
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Where bums don't go hungry and 
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freezing outside
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Or will they be driven from the 
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Savior's back door
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Oh say up in heaven is there room 
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for the poor


[Verse 8]
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Is there room for the poor across 
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the divide
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Where bums don't go hungry and 
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freezing outside
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Or will they be driven from the 
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Savior's back door
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Oh say up in heaven is there room 
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for the poor