v.1
I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine
Of all their books and magazines not a Bible could I find
I asked them for a Bible, when they brought it what a shame
For the dust was covered o'er it, not a fingerprint was plain

Chorus:
Dust on the Bible, dust on the Holy Word
The words of all our prophets and the sayings of our Lord
Of all the other books you'll find there's none salvation holds
Get that dust off the Bible and redeem your poor soul

v.2
You can read your magazines of love and tragic things
And not one word about a verse, not a Scripture do you know
When it is the very truth and its contents good for you
But the dust that's covered o'er it is sure to doom your soul

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v.3
If you have a friend you'd like to help along life's way
Just tell him that the Good Book shows a mortal how to pray
The best advice to give him that will make his burden light
Dust off the family Bible, trade the wrong way for the right

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