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I have the lyrics to this but i need to know the name of the song and who sings it?

Dec 03, 2006 by i totally agree with you!! not | Posted in Blues

i couldn't find anything on yahoo or google

lyrics:

we're putting on a play, it may not be professional but we're all filled with Christmas cheer
we're putting on a play, get on our knees and thank the lord that

Call your radio station they will tell you.

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