| I was driving around down south Louisiana
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| Stopped in a town called Galliano
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| I saw a sign on a church that said, «Fish fry tonight»
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| A little old Cajun preacher was preachin'
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| Reminded me of an old camp meeting
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| It brought Saint Matthew 4:19 to life
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| He said, «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em
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| I bait the hook with the love of the Kingdom
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| I’ve been called to be a fisher of men»
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| «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em
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| Heaven knows He saves every soul that believes Him
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| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin»
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| Yeah, it didn’t take long for Him to catch my attention
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| He was long on grace and short on religion
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| He said a prayer and that was all that she wrote
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| He said, «Amen!», and God as my witness
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| I fell in that big ole net of forgiveness
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| And before I knew it we were all in the same boat
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| He said, «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em
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| I bait the hook with the love of the Kingdom
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| I’ve been called to be a fisher of men»
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| «I catch 'em, God cleans 'em
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| Heaven knows He saves every soul that believes Him
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| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin»
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| I catch 'em, God cleans 'em
|
| I bait the hook with the love of the Kingdom
|
| I’ve been called to be a fisher of men
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| I catch 'em, God cleans 'em
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| Heaven knows He saves every soul that believes Him
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| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin
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| Yeah, I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin
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| Oh yes, He does
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| I reel 'em in and He washes away their sin
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| Let’s go fishing |