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Hot August nightAnd the leaves hanging downAnd the grass on the ground smelling sweetMove up the roadTo the outside of townAnd the sound of that good gospel beat Sits a ragged tentWhere there ain't no treesAnd that gospel groupTelling you and me
It's LoveBrother Love's Traveling Salvation ShowPack up the babiesGrab the old ladiesEveryone goesEveryone knowsBrother Love's show
Room gets suddenly stillAnd when you'd almost betYou could hear yourself sweat, he walks inEyes black as coalAnd when he lifts his faceEvery ear in the place is on him
Starting soft and slowLike a small earthquakeAnd when he lets goHalf the valley shakes
It's Love, LoveBrother Love's Traveling Salvation ShowPack up the babiesGrab the old ladiesEveryone goesEveryone knowsBrother Love's show
Sermon
Take my hand in yoursWalk with me this dayIn my heart, I knowI will never strayHalle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle
It's Love, LoveBrother Love's Traveling Salvation ShowPack up the babiesGrab the old ladiesEveryone goesEveryone knowsBrother Love's showAmen
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Lyrics: Neil Diamond
