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Shalom, shalom You'll find shalom The nicest greeting you know It means "bonjour", "salut", and "skol" And twice as much as "hello" It means a million lovely things Like "peace be yours", "welcome home" And even when you say "goodbye" You say goodbye with "shalom" It's a very useful word It can get you through the day All you really need to know You can hardly go wrong You're bilingual as long as you say Shalom The nicest greeting I know Shalom Means twice as much as hello It means a million lovely things Like "peace be yours", "welcome home" And even when you say goodbye If your voice has "I don't want to go" in it Say goodbye with a little "hello" in it And say goodbye with "shalom" It's the most amazing thing That I think I've ever heard Wait till Pulitz hears of you All my floundering's done I'm a native with one little word Shalom (shalom) I find shalom the nicest greeting I know (It means) Bonjour, salut, and skol And twice as much as "hello" It means a million lovely things Like "peace be yours", "welcome home" And even when you say "goodbye" If your voice has "I don't want to go" in it Say goodbye with a little "hello" in it And say goodbye with "shalom"

Paint your truck tread with some red dust While you kick up the long way home Share some bootleg with your best buds Wear a bit of that bonfire smoke If a back porch swing and twang in your words And settin' that hook was a Good Book verse, I'd be doing alright I'd know where I was going when I get to the other side, 'cause Back roads and cold beer are my down-home prayer Can't get no closer to the Man upstairs The way out there where the river runs Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple If being country was in the Bible Hallelujah, amen Heaven blessed this life I live Hallelujah, amen, amen If John Deere Green was 3:16 And old barstools were back pew seats These Friday nights would all just seem like Sunday mornin' If them words in red were a little more read, this sinner'd be a saint instead 'Cause back roads and cold beer are my down-home prayer Can't get no closer to the Man upstairs The way out there where the river runs Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple If being country was in the Bible Hallelujah, amen Heaven blessed this life I live Hallelujah, amen, amen 'Cause back roads and cold beer are my down-home prayer We can't get no closer to God's grace, I swear The way out there where the river runs Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple If being country was in the Bible Hallelujah, amen Heaven blessed this life I live Hallelujah, amen, amen