there was an old, blind man
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who stood on the corner down town
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he was holding a cup
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filled up with nothing
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from the christmas shopping crowd
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and though i barely came up to the top of his cane
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i reached up and gave him
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every cent to my name.
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(chorus):
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three little pennies.
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were all that i had
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one that i'd found
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two from my dad
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three little pennies not much of a gift
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but Dad said "that's plenty, if it's all you can give."
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that evening my dad told a wonderful story to me
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about a child and the manger.
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the wise men who came bearing gifts on the first christmas eve.
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there was a part i'm sure he made up
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about a stable boy who couldn't give much..
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(chorus)
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three little pennies.
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were all that he had
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one that he'd found
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two from his dad
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three little pennies not much of a gift
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but Dad said "that's plenty if it's all you can give."
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next morning was christmas
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and i had prayed hard for a bike
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but all that i found was the tiniest box
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with three shiny pennies inside
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and i was so disapointed because i had been good
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but times had been bad so i understood.
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and daddy said:
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"three little pennies.
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were all that you had
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but you gave them freely
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so i gave them back
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three little pennies not much of a gift
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you'r bike is outside because you've learned how to give"
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Three Little Pennies
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| Doug Stone |
