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Dear God, I humbly pray That you allow The God Father of Soul, Who fills this casket of gold A quiet place in Heaven How do we judge a man -- Hard work flows through his hands God dwells inside his heart James Brown created the funky beat He mix the horns and the drums, So he could sing, dance, And glide on his feet He played in a funky band God, you know this man Introducing, Mr. please,                Please,                         Please                                 Himself Mr. James Brown
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
The Godfather of Soul (Mr. James Brown)
Dear God, I humbly pray That you allow The God Father of Soul, Who fills this casket of gold A quiet place in Heaven How do we judge a man -- Hard work flows through his hands God dwells inside his heart James Brown created the funky beat He mix the horns and the drums, So he could sing, dance, And glide on his feet He played in a funky band God, you know this man Introducing, Mr. please,                Please,                         Please                                 Himself Mr. James Brown
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
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