Man of the Book Songtext
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Man of the Book Songtext
Our grandfather, Albert Baker (No!)
He wasn′t a Shaker, (No!) he wasn't a Quaker
He was a man of the Book
Our great grandfather, Albert Baker (No!)
He wasn′t a baker, (No!) but he was a Baptist
He was a man of the Book
Sir Mahatma, Mahatma Gandhi (No!)
He wasn't a Shaker, (No!) he wasn't a Quaker
Wasn′t a man of the Book
Our great grandfather, Albert Baker (THOUGHT!)
His soul was in danger, (THOUGHT!) he needed a savior
He was a man of the Book
In the beginning there was the Book
In the beginning the Book was with God
In the beginning the Book was God
Great grandfather, great grandfather
He followed the Lord′s good plan
Great grandfather, great grandfather
Was always a righteous man
(He was a man of the Book)
Great grandfather, great grandfather
His song never lied to me
(He was a man of the Book)
What sort of a grandfather
(Was not a Shaker)
What sort of now I see
(He was a man of the Book)
There was no room at the inn
For men with darker skin
Mahatma needed a place to rest his head
Great grandfather Albert Baker
Shared his bed with a stranger
As the Lord had instructed
He was a man of the Book
He wasn′t a Shaker, (No!) he wasn't a Quaker
He was a man of the Book
Our great grandfather, Albert Baker (No!)
He wasn′t a baker, (No!) but he was a Baptist
He was a man of the Book
Sir Mahatma, Mahatma Gandhi (No!)
He wasn't a Shaker, (No!) he wasn't a Quaker
Wasn′t a man of the Book
Our great grandfather, Albert Baker (THOUGHT!)
His soul was in danger, (THOUGHT!) he needed a savior
He was a man of the Book
In the beginning there was the Book
In the beginning the Book was with God
In the beginning the Book was God
Great grandfather, great grandfather
He followed the Lord′s good plan
Great grandfather, great grandfather
Was always a righteous man
(He was a man of the Book)
Great grandfather, great grandfather
His song never lied to me
(He was a man of the Book)
What sort of a grandfather
(Was not a Shaker)
What sort of now I see
(He was a man of the Book)
There was no room at the inn
For men with darker skin
Mahatma needed a place to rest his head
Great grandfather Albert Baker
Shared his bed with a stranger
As the Lord had instructed
He was a man of the Book
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