| John Daniel came to town one summer afternoon
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| Wearin' dirty work clothes so everyone presumed
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| He was just another logger from the loggin' c&nearby
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| And he was, but there was somethin' different in John Daniel’s eyes
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| John Daniel was a young man, not more than twenty-four
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| And there was an air about him that one could not ignore
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| And in spite of callused hands &dirty clothes, his face was kind
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| And I wanted so to know what was in John Daniel’s mind
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| John Daniel, tell me where did you come from; |
| tell me where is it you’ve been
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| John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men
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| John Daniel, there’s somethin' about you that I don’t quite understand
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| John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?
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| I rented him a room; |
| he went upstairs like all the rest
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| It was Saturday and he’d be goin' in to town, I guessed
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| But he left in a robe and sandals, with a Bible in his hand;
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| And I thought to myself, John Daniel, I don’t understand
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| Now I’d planned to meet some friends of mine when I got off at three,
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| In the park we often gather to talk of love and peace
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| When I got there I found that a crowd had gathered 'round;
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| And there I saw John Daniel a sittin' on the ground
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| John Daniel, tell me where did you come from; |
| tell me where is it you’ve been
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| John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men
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| John Daniel, there’s somethin' about you that I don’t quite understand
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| John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?
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| So, «You want to be free,"he said, «Well, this is how you can.»
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| As he read from the Bible he held in his hand
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| We were searchin' for the truth not knowin' where to look,
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| Not knowin' that the answers all were in John Daniel’s book
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| John Daniel told us all how we could be free
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| John Daniel taught us all a better way for you and me
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| He came to us in our own way so we’d be sure to see
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| He had the light and essence of the man from Galilee
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| John Daniel, tell me where did you come from; |
| tell me where is it you’ve been
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| John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men
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| John Daniel, there’s something about you that I don’t quite understand
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| John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?
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| John Daniel, John Daniel, John Daniel
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| John Daniel do you hold the answer to a higher plan?
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| John Daniel came to town one summer afternoon
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| Wearin' dirty work clothes so everyone presumed
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| He was just another logger from the loggin' c&nearby
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| And he was, but there was somethin' different in John Daniel’s eyes
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| Ooh, John Daniel, tell me where did you come from
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| Tell me where is it you’ve been
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| John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men
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| John Daniel, there’s something about you that I don’t quite understand
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| John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan? |