All I Need (Did Not Catch Her Name) by Caedmons call
Key: AA | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 


A                  D
did not catch her name, 
                   E
did not catch her tears. 
                  F#m
it hit me like a train
                      A 
when her story hit my ears.
                 D 
mother of eight sons, 
                E
father off to war, 
                F#m
got no home address –
                         E
just bricks on a dirt floor. 
            D               A  
she said, "Jesus is all I need."

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              D
tiny plot of land, 
                   E
corn stored up in piles. 
                  F#m
years it doesn't rain... 
                              A 
they just stay hungry for a while. 
                   D
no fatted calf to kill, 
                             E
she made a feast of cuy and corn. 
                            F#m
she said, "who else knew my name 
                           A
before the day that i was born? 
  D              A
Jesus is all i need
 Bm7     D      A 
Jesus is all i need." 
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                        D
she bragged about her boys –
                          E
how they're growin' into men, 
                                F#m 
how they learned to praise the Lord,
                  A              
old style ecuadorian.
                    D
to buy the new guitar 
                      E
she had to sell the swine. 
                        F#m                        A
said, "my boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime. 
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E                     A
this world calls me poor, 
           E                A
i bore my babies on this floor. 
E              A
He always provides 
             D
sure as the sun will rise. 
         B                  F#m
so i'll sing Him songs of praise 
          B                          D
'cause i know He'll keep me in His gaze." 

A      B    F#m 
B    F#m    B
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                      D
rain poured from the sky,
                      E
we raced back to the van. 
                         F#m
there were tears in the eyes 
                         A
of this poor, forgetful man. 
                 D
mother of eight sons, 
                        E
she knows the peace of God.
                         F#m
Lord, help me learn to lean
                      A 
on Thy staff and Thy rod.
D                A 
Jesus is all I need,
Bm7       D     A
Jesus is all I need.