I grew up in Jackson County
In a West Virginia farmhouse
We had many hands working
And so many miles to tread
I asked mama how she's able
To go one day to another
She took up the family Bible
Looked at me, and then she said
I am suffering under the weight of eternal glory
I find my place in the good Lord's story
I keep His promises by my bed
Take the hand of the loving Savior
Guides my way while I still stay here
You can find the same way yourself dear
If you just let yourself be led
Found myself down in Nashville
In a place just off of Broadway
Sitting at thе bar was a lovely cowgirl
She had a teardrop in her eye
I said, "Lady do I know you
If I don't, then I think that I'd like to"
She just turned to me with sadness
And said, "Honey, I'm not gonna lie"
I am suffering under the weight of eternal glory
I find my place in the good Lord's story
I keep His promises by my bed
Take the hand of the loving Savior
Guides my way while I still stay here
You can find the same way yourself dear
If you just let yourself be led
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Was a late night in December
I was traveling through the canyon
My truck went off the road near the highway
I was barely left alive
The nurse that took my hand said "Mister
The doctors said you are barely stable"
She put the cross into my hand
I looked her in the face, and then I cried
I am suffering under the weight of eternal glory
I find my place in the good Lord's story
I hope in His promises when I'm dead
Take the hand of the loving Savior
To guide your way while you still stay here
You can find the same way yourself, dear
If you just let yourself be led