reigns on high Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed All my stains Jesus washed Jesus washed All my stains Jesus washed Jesus washed All my stains Jesus washed Jesus washed
To my king The one who reigns on high I will sing To my king The one who reigns on high I will sing Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed Jesus washed
the blood its stuff about the blood its stuff about the blood of Jesus and wash away your sins and wash your mind and wash your heart and wash your
My name is Jackson Jameson, a coal miner by trade From a part of Pennsylvania even Jesus couldn't save With towns named after Indian chiefs and Union
to beat the band Granddaddy reachin' down to take my hand Gonna go to the candy store Me and Jesus we was thick as thieves He washed me in the blood
the universe Loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment Check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking Oh Jesus Christ
the glassgreenhouse.) Pilate arose. And washed his hands. I washed my hands; I cleared dust of them; I can see specks of blood laughing upon them. Pilate washes his hands. He arose and washed
me find it everywhere Peacocks talking of the color gray Awaking soundly in darkest day A howling tempest on a silent sea Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree
I'm boiling up." And then the sky opens up and a huge craftwagon falls to the earth and out of it jumped Jesus. And then I heard a sound, it sounded
in every area From all sin and I'm free and I'm forgiven by the blood What can wash away my sin, nothing but the blood of Jesus Seven times perfection
State of Mississippi For underneath her borders, the devil draws no lines If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find Whoa the fat trees
to the pond I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash the sins of my father I'm gonna wash the sins of my mother Wash the sins of my brother
Down to the pond I'm gonna wash them [2x] I'm gonna wash the sins of my Father I'm gonna wash the sins of my Mother I'm gonna wash the sins of my Brother
state of Mississippi, For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. Whoa the fat trees
I'm alone "I remember the glorious storms, the wrath of the heavens upon the shores. The erotic winds and their symphonies, resounding above the elegant trees
up that mountain Where still springs the fountain That sparkeling crimson Called Calvary's flood That same Jesus you've heard of Can take a black heart without love Wash
beat the band Grandaddy reachin` down to take my hand Gonna go to the candy store Me & Jesus we was as thick as thieves He washed me in the blood
