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Brandon Peterson
I've lived down in the Texan sun
But no warmth was there for me
A house ain't a home if there's no roof above you
You see, I've sweltered down there in August heat
I've been drenched by Nashville's rain
But none of those places make me feel like you
But none of those places make me feel
I've walked alone along the cherry trees
I've drank my fill from all God's land
No teachings could show me just how to love
'Cause I've got all the world in my hands
I've got all the world in my hands
I've got all the world in my hands
