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Randy Travis
Randy Travis


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Настоящее имя Randy Bruce Traywick
Дата рождения 4 мая 1959 г.
Откуда Marshville, North Carolina, U.S.
Жанры Country
Gospel
Годы 1978—н.в.
Лейблы DreamWorks
Word Entertainment
Curb Records
См. также Dolly Parton
Alan Jackson
Carrie Underwood
Josh Turner
Paul Overstreet
Сайт Website



Альбом Randy Travis


Glory Train: Songs Of Faith, Worship, And Praise (25.10.2005)
25.10.2005
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This train is a clean train, you know this train
This train is a clean train, I said this train
This train is a clean train, everybody’s riding in Jesus’ name
Because this train is a clean train, I said this train

This train has left the station, you know this train
This trian has left the station, i said this train
This train has left the station, this train takes on every nation
‘Cause this train is a clean trin I said this train

It’s the prettiest train I ever have seen, this train
It’s the prettiest train I ever have seen, ah this train
It’s the prettiest train I ever have seen, but if you want to ride it you better get redeemed
Because this train is a clean train, i said this train

Hey, this train is bound for glory, this train
This train is bound for glory, I said this train
Hey, this train is bound for glory, everybody riding her must be holy
‘Cause this train is a clean train, I said this train

Hey, this train don’t pull no jokers, I said this train
This train don’t pull no jokers, ah ah this train
Hey, this train don’t pull no jokers, no tobacco chewers and no cigar smokers
‘Cause this train is a clean train, I said this train
This train is a clean train, I said this train
This train is a clean train, I said this train
This train is a clean train, everybody’s riding in Jesus’ name
‘Cause this train is a clean train, I said this train
Hey, this train is a clean train, Lord, I said this train


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Well, well, well, well
I looked over yonder and what I see seems like a chariot coming after me
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to carry me home

Why don’t you swing down chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride
Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy
I’ve got a home on the other side

Swing, swing, swing
Well, Ezekiel was out in the middle of the field
He said he saw an angel with a chariot wheel
He wasn’t too particular about the chariot wheel
He just wanted to see how a chariot feels

Why don’t you swing down chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride
Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy
I’ve got a home on the other side

Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing
The chariot went bumping on down the road
Zeke wasn’t particular about the bumpin’ of the road
He just wanted to lay down his heavy load

Why don’t you swing down chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride
Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy
I’ve got a home on the other side

Well, I got a Father in the promised land and I ain’t stopping till I shake His hand
Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy
I got a home on the other side

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride
Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy
I’ve got a home on the other side


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Precious memories, unseen angels
From somewhere to my soul
How they linger ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold

Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold

Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In font memory appear

Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold

As I travel on life’s pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul

Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
Precious sacred scenes unfold


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My Jesus, my Savior
Lord, there is none like You
All of my days I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love

My Comfort, my Shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You

Shout to the Lord
All the earth, let us sing
Power and majesty
Praise to the King
Mountains bow down
And the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name
I sing for joy
At the work of Your hands
Forever I’ll love You
Forever I’ll stand
Nothing compares to the promise
I have in You


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I feel so bad in the morning
I feel so bad in the middle of the day
I feel so bad in the evening
That’s why Im’ going to the river to wash my sins away

I’m going to lay down my heavy load down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I’m going to lay down my heavy load down by the riverside
I ain’t going to study war no more

I ain’t going to study, no, no, no
Study, study war no more
Ain’t going to study, no, no, no, study, no, no, no, no
Study, study war no more

I’m going to meet my loving mother down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I’m going to meet my loving mother down by the riverside
I ain’t going to study war no more

I ain’t going to study, study war no more


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What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

Oh precious is that flow that makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing but the blood of Jesus


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Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Oh sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?

Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Oh sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?

Were you there when He rose up from the grave?
Were you there when He rose up from the grave?
Oh sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when He rose up from the grave?
Were you there when He rose up from the grave?


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Up above my head I hear music in the air
Up above my head I hear music in the air
Up above my head I hear music in the air
And I really do believe, I say I really do believe, there is a heaven somewhere

Up above my head I see trouble in the air
Up above my head I see trouble in the air
Up above my head I see trouble in the air
And I really do believe, I say I really do believe, there is a heaven somewhere
Heaven somewhere

Up above my head I hear music in the air
Up above my head I hear music in the air
Up above my head I hear music in the air
And I erally do believe, I say I really do believe, there is a heaven somewhere
Heaven somewhere

Up above my head I see trouble in the air
Up above my head I see trouble in the air
Up above my head I see trouble in the air
and I really do believe, I say I really do believe, there is a heaven somewhere
Heaven somewhere

And I really do believe, I say I really do believe, there is a heaven somewhere
Heaven somewhere


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He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands

He’s got the wind and the rain in His hands
He’s got the wind and the rain in His hands
He’s got the wind and the rain in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands

He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands

He’s got the little bitty baby in His hands
He’s got the little bitty baby in His hands
He’s got the little bitty baby in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands

He’s got you and me, brother, in His hands
He’s got you and me, brother, in his hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands

He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands

He’s got the whole world in His hands


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When the music fades,
and all is striped away,
and I simply come,
longing just to bring
something that’s of worth
that will bless Your heart.
I’ll bring You more than a song
for a song in itself
is not what You have required.
You search much deeper within
through the way things appear.
You’re looking into my heart

I’m coming back to the heart of worship,
and it’s all about You; it’s all about You, Jesus.
I’m sorry, Lord, for the things I’ve made it,
when it’s all about You; it’s all about You, Jesus.

King of endless worth,
no one could express
how much You deserve.
all I have is Yours,
every single breath.
I’ll bring You more than a song
for a song in itself
is not what You have required.
You search much deeper within
through the way things appear.
You’re looking into my heart.

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
and it’s all about You; it’s all about You, Jesus.
I’m sorry, Lord, for the things I’ve made it,
when it’s all about You; it’s all about You, Jesus.

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
and it’s all about You; it’s all about You, Jesus.
I’m sorry, Lord, for the things I’ve made it,
when it’s all about You; it’s all about You,
when it’s all about You; it’s all about You, Jesus




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Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
You can call Him up and tell Him what you want

You can call Him up, call Him up and tell Him what you want
You can call Him up, call Him up and tell Him what you want
Call Him up, call Him up and tell Him what you want
Go on, call Him up and tell Him what you want

Hey, Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Go on, call Him up and tell Him what you want

Hey, if you’re sick and you want to get well, tell Him what you want
Oh, if you’re sick and you want to get well, tell Him what you want
Oh, if you’re sick and you want to get well, tell Him what you want
Go on, call Him up and tell Him what you want

Hey, Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Jesus on teh main line, tell Him what you want
You can call Him up and tell Him what you want

His line ain’t never busy, tell Him what you want
His line ain’t never busy, tell Him what you want
His line ain’t never busy, tell Him what you want
Go on, call Him up and tell Him what you want

Hey, Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want
You can call Him up and tell Him what you want
You can call Him up and tell Him what you want


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So many times I’ve questioned certain circumstances
Or things I could not understand
Many times in trials, weakness blurs my vision
And my frustrations get so out of hand
It’s then I am reminded I’ve never been forsaken
I’ve never had to stand the test alone
As I look at all the victories, the Spirit rises up in me
It’s through the fire my weakness is made strong

And He never promised the cross would not get heavy and the hill would not be hard to climb
He never offered victory without fighting but He said help would always come in time
Just remember when you’re standing in the valley of decision and the adversary says give in
Just hold on, our Lord will show up and He will take you through the fire again

I know within myself that I would surely perish
But if I trust the hand of God, He’ll shield the flames again

And He never promised the cross would not get heavy and the hill would not be hard to climb
Just hold on, our Lord will show up and He will take you through the fire again
Just hold on, our Lord will show up and He will take you through the fire again


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Light of the world You stepped down into darkness
Open my eyes, let me see
Beauty that made this heart adore You
Hope of a life spent with You

Here I am to worship
Here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that you’re my God
You’re altogether lovely, altogether worthy, altogether wonderful to me

King of all days, oh so highly exalted
Glorious in Heaven above
Humbly You came to the earth
You created all for love’s sake became poor

I’ll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross
I’ll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross

Here I am to worship


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A long time ago, Lazarus died
All hope seemed gone as his sisters cried
Jesus walked to where he laid
He called his name and he came out of the grave

Oh death, where is thy sting? Oh grave, where is thy victory?
you thought you had a hold on me but you were wrong, I’ve been set free

Oh, jesus hung on a rugged cross, he gave His life for a world once lost
He lay three days in a borrowed grave but when He came out I could hear Him say

Oh death, where thy sting? Oh grave, where is thy victory?
You thought you had a hold on me but you were wrong, I’ve been set free

One day I’ll lay this body down, they’ll dress me up and put me in the ground
But when Jesus comes in the sky, just listen close and you’ll hear me cry

Oh death, where is thy sting? Oh grave, where is thy victory?
You thought you had a hold on me but you were wrong, I’ve been set free

Oh death, where is thy sting? Oh grave, where is thy victory?
You thought you had a hold on me but you were wrong, I’ve been set free


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Nobody knows how lonely my road
Nobody knows how heavy my load
Nobody cares how tearful my way
How dark the night, how weary the day

Nobody knows, nobody cares
My every burden nobody shares
My only comfort and my only strength
Is Jesus walking by my side all the way

Nobody knows how hard I must toil
Causing sometimes my heart to recoil
Nobody cares when I try to sleep
I lay awake and I bitterly weep

Nobody knows, nobody cares
My every burden, nobody shares
My only comfort, my only strength
Is Jesus walking by my side all the way

Nobody knows how weary my cross
Nobody cares if even I’m ill
Or if life’s hardships have broken my will

Nobody knows, nobody cares
My every burden nobody shares
My only comfort and my only strength
Is Jesus walking by my side all the way

Nobody knows, nobody cares
My every burden nobody shares
My only comfort, my only strength
Is Jesus walking by my side all the way


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What a wonderful change in my life has been brought
Since Jesus came into my heart
I had lied in my soul for so long I have sought
When Jesus came into my heart

Since Jesus came into my heart
Since Jesus came into my heart
Floods of joy fill my soul like
When sea billows roll
Since Jesus came into my heart

Floods of joy filled my soul like when sea billows roll
Since Jesus came into my heart


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There is a name I love to hear
I love to sing its worth
It sounds like music in my ear
The sweetest name on Earth

O how I love Jesus
O how I love Jesus
O how I love Jesus
Because He first loved me

It tells me of a Savior’s love
Who died to set me free
It tells me of His precious blood
The sinner’s perfect plea

It tells of one whose loving heart
Can fell my deepest woe
Who in each sorrow hears a part
That none can bear below


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Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you washed in the blood?
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you walking daily by the Savior’s side?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Do you rest each moment in the crucified?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?


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Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light

Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home
When my way grows drear
Precious Lord, linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand


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