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All I Need Did Not Catch Her Name

Song Author Caedmons Call Submitted by: Anonymous
capo 5

[G]did not catch her n[C]ame,
did not catch her t[D]ears.
it hit me like a t[Em]rain   
when her story hit my [G]ears.
mother of eight s[C]ons,
father off to wa[D]r,  
got no home addr[Em]ess –
just bricks on a dirt flo[D]or.  
she said, "J[C]esus is all I ne[G]ed."

tiny plot of l[C]and,
corn stored up in p[D]iles.
years it doesn't r[Em]ain...
they just stay hungry for a wh[G]ile.
no fatted calf to k[C]ill,
she made a feast of cuy and c[D]orn.
she said, "who else knew my [Em]name   
before the day that i was b[G]orn?
Je[C]sus is all i ne[G]ed  
J[Am7]esus is [C]all i n[G]eed."

she bragged about her bo[C]ys –
how they're growin' into m[D]en,  
how they learned to praise the L[Em]ord,   
old style ecuadori[G]an.  
to buy the new guita[C]r  
she had to sell the sw[D]ine.
said, "my boys go to sch[Em]ool on a foreign angel's d[G]ime.

[D]this world calls me po[G]or,  
i bore my b[D]abies on this flo[G]or.  
[D]He always provi[G]des  
sure as the s[C]un will rise.
so i'll s[A]ing Him songs of pr[Em]aise   
'cause i k[A]now He'll keep me in His ga[C]ze."

[G]    [A]    [Em]    
[A]    [Em]    [A]    
rain poured from the s[C]ky,  
we raced back to the v[D]an.  
there were tears in the e[Em]yes   
of this poor, forgetful m[G]an.  
mother of eight s[C]ons,
she knows the peace of G[D]od.  
Lord, help me learn to le[Em]an   
on Thy staff and Thy r[G]od.  
[C]Jesus is all I ne[G]ed,  
[Am7]Jesus is a[C]ll I n[G]eed.

capo 5

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

tiny plot of land,
corn stored up in piles.
years it doesn't rain...
they just stay hungry for a while.
no fatted calf to kill,
she made a feast of cuy and corn.
she said, "who else knew my name
before the day that i was born?
Jesus is all i need
Jesus is all i need."

she bragged about her boys –
how they're growin' into men,
how they learned to praise the Lord,
old style ecuadorian.
to buy the new guitar
she had to sell the swine.
said, "my boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime.

this world calls me poor,
i bore my babies on this floor.
He always provides
sure as the sun will rise.
so i'll sing Him songs of praise
'cause i know He'll keep me in His gaze."



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

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  • G
  • C
  • D
  • Em
  • Am7
  • A

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