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There's a little piece of paper and it's taped onto a bucketWhich is sitting on the counter of a gas station near PearlingtonPearlington is halfway from Biloxi to New OrleansAnd there isn't much that's left of it since Hurricane KatrinaThere's some money in the bucket, there are coins and there are crumpled billsThat look like many faces of the people there in PearlingtonCrumpled but not torn apart weathered and exhausted as theyPick up all the pieces of their lives so quickly washed awayCommunity of faith, community of faithCommunity of faith, community of faithSomeone put the bucket on the counter of the gas stationRight by the books of matches in early May two thousand sevenNot too many passersby these days out there in PearlingtonBut every day a little bit more money in the bucket thereCommunity of faith, community of faithCommunity of faith, community of faithGood and decent people, flooded on a dimeRise above the waters a quarter at a timeThere's a little piece of paper and it's taped onto a bucketBut the money in the bucket's not for anyone in PearlingtonThey heard of a tornado up in Kansas, a thousand miles awayLetras de cancionesSo they dig a little deeper sending money up to strangers thereCommunity of faith, community of faithCommunity of faithCommunity of faith From Letras Mania