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Bless Your Beautiful Hide from Seven Brides For Seven Brothers lyrics

Call the preacher we must pray
Round up the kids 'cause this is
Not your average wedding day

What do we have?
Seven brides for seven sinners
What do we need?
Father, son, and holy smokes
Just, get them to the church on time

How could this happen? Has hell frozen over?
Don't question lest you go insane
Oh, when sons of loggers marry
Daughters of gold digging squatters
Quiet towns are never quite the same

What do we have?
Seven brides for seven sinners
What do we need?
Hollers, guns, and rolling oats

What do we have?
Seven brides for seven sinners
What do we need?
Father, son, and holy smokes
Just, get them to the church on time

The girls are saints the boys are sinners
Come place your bets at church for winners
Don't question miracles of God
A marriage so disparaged is the stitch
When rich and poor are hitching
Just run when lightning strikes the rod

What do we have?
Seven brides for seven sinners
What do we need?
Hollers, guns, and rolling oats

What do we have?
Seven brides for seven sinners
What do we need?
Father, son, and holy smokes
Just, get them to the church on time
Just, get them to the church on time

Call the preacher we must pray
Round up the kids 'cause this is

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