Lord, You're Never Late
Gas near on "E"
He pulled aside
Services must wait
Parked on the side
Middle of nowhere
Oh Lord, he prayed
Lord, Your timing's good
And never late
Please pass one by
This one's in need
Of an escape
And soon came by
A man, a tractor
Pulling hay
Room for a ride!?
He climbed inside
It's on my way
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