STAY BETWEEN THE WHITE LINES

I remember when I was a little child,
Down on an old country farm,
We\'d go to church on Sunday,
And I\'d hear the preacher say,
If you want to see my Jesus,
You\'ve gotta stay on the Kings Highway.

This Highway leads to glory,
And it\'s no easy ride,
You\'ll find all kinds of exits,
They\'ll throw you off your stride,
Some will lead to fortune,
And others lead to fame,
Some will lead you so far off,
You won\'t return again.

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Oh you just stay between the white lines,
Obey all the right signs,
Keep your eyes opened all the time.
Oh you just stay between the white lines,
Never pine for the yellow lines,
And you\'ll get to Heaven right on time.

Satan\'s on this Highway,
He walks on every side,
Trying to flag you down,
Don\'t give him a ride,
He will try and stop you,
At just any sign,
You may stop too long,
And your soul may be lost.
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