A hundred year old photograph
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Stares out from a frame
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And if you look real close you'll see
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Our eyes are just the same
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I never met them face to face
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But I still know them well
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From the stories
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My dear grandma would tell
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Elijah was a farmer
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He knew how to make things grow
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Fannie vowed she'd follow him
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Wherever he would go
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As things turned out they never left
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Their small Kentucky farm
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But he kept her fed
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She kept him warm
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(Chorus)
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They're my guardian angels
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And I know they can see
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Ev'ry step I take
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They are watching over me
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I might not know where I'm goin'
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But I'm sure where I come from
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They're my guardian angels
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And I'm their special one
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Sometimes when I'm tired
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I feel Elijah take my arm
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He says, "Keep a-goin', hard work
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Never did a body harm."
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And when I'm really troubled
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And I don't know what to do
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Fannie whispers, "Just do your best, We're awful proud of you!"
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(Chorus)
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A hundred year old photograph
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Stares out from a frame
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And if you look real close you'll see
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Our eyes are just the same
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Guardian Angels
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The Judds |