There's an awful pretty song.
Cedric,
Don,
Jerry, myself.
Dust on the
Bible.
Let's go.
I went into a home one day to
see some friends of mine.
Of all their books and magazines,
Not a
Bible could I find
I asked them for the
Bible
When they brought it, what a shame
All the dust was covered or written
Not a fingerprint was plain
Dust on the
Bible
Dust on the
Holy
Word
The words of all the prophets
And the sins of our
Lord
Of all the other books you'll find
heaven on salvation holds
Get the dust off the
Bible and redeem your first soul
Oh, you can read your magazines
of love and tragic things
But not one word of
Bible verse, not a scripture,
do you know?
When it is the very truth and its
content's good for you
But if dust is covered or red,
it's sure to doom your soul
Dust on the
Bible, dust on the
Holy
Word
The words of all the prophets
and the sins of our
Lord
Of all the other books you'll find
they're non -salvation holds
Get the dust off the
Bible and redeem your first soul
Oh, if you have a friend you'd like
to have along life's way
Just tell him that the good book
shows a mortal how to pray
The best advice to give him that
will make his burdens light
It's to dust the family
Bible, trade the wrong way for the right
Dust on the
Bible, dust on the
Holy
Word
The words of all the prophets
and the sins of our
Lord
Of all the other books you'll find,
they're an unsalvation whole
Get the dust off the
Bible and redeem your purse, oh