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(capo na 5ª casa) (intro) G C did not catch her name, D did not catch her tears. Em it hit me like a train G when her story hit my ears. C mother of eight sons, D father off to war, Em got no home address – D just bricks on a dirt floor. C G she said, "Jesus is all I need." C tiny plot of land, D corn stored up in piles. Em years it doesn't rain... G they just stay hungry for a while. C no fatted calf to kill, D she made a feast of cuy and corn. Em she said, "who else knew my name G before the day that i was born? C G Jesus is all i need Am7 C G Jesus is all i need." C she bragged about her boys – D how they're growin' into men, Em how they learned to praise the Lord, G old style ecuadorian. C to buy the new guitar D she had to sell the swine. Em G said, "my boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime. D G this world calls me poor, D G i bore my babies on this floor. D G He always provides C sure as the sun will rise. A Em so i'll sing Him songs of praise A C 'cause i know He'll keep me in His gaze." ( G A Em ) ( A Em A ) C rain poured from the sky, D we raced back to the van. Em there were tears in the eyes G of this poor, forgetful man. C mother of eight sons, D she knows the peace of God. Em Lord, help me learn to lean G on Thy staff and Thy rod. C G Jesus is all I need, Am7 C G Jesus is all I need.