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by Gregory W Golden Oct 28, 2006 category : Life, society / inspirational
Lord, were is my blessing Well, I now pick a lot of cotton and baled a lot of hay You keep a roof over my head, and I just continue to pray You know, after they freed them slaves, they promised us forty acres and a mule You promised me a blessing Well, I didn't know I was sitting on Mr. Gilmore's property