Lyric Wayfarin stranger

I m just a poor wayfarin stranger
travelin through this world of woe
ther s no sickness toll nor sorrow
in that bright world to which I go
I m going there to see my father
I m goin there no more to roam
I m just a goin over Jordan
I m just a goin over home

Ya see I m a concrete buffalo soldier
I gotta chip it s like boulder in my shoulder
look in my eyes and you can see a red marble
like Nostradamus I m the promise of tomorrow
traveling the city with my mexican cargo
cotton mouth - I take a dry swallow
to the nearest corner watering hole
the bartender with the deed for my soul
satisfaction no I can t get no
lotsa bad habits that I need to control
recite the salms but no emancipation
church for food and liquor stores for salvation
some day I ll make
it home to see my father
he saw the man who shot the coal mine s daughter
and if I had a dime for every gamble I risked
I could buy a diamond for the woman I miss ya see

I m just a poor wayfarin stranger
ya check with me ya checking in with the danger
I m just a poor wayfarin stranger
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger

I m goin there to see my Mother
she said she ll meet me when I come
I m just a goin over Jordan I m just a goin over home
Jordan river roll river Jordan roll River Jordan roll on

Gee ain t it funny - how time slips away I wanna
rewind the tape to see my life replay
I soack up the sun - just as a reminder
that I was born a sick side winder
call me a vagrant, no machine to read your fax
I ll never pledge allegiance to your blood sweat and taxes
don t ever mistake me being docile for contentment
don t ever mistake my anger for resentment

it s just the calm before the storm that s why I m quite
ya always mistaking an upraising for a race riot
you can take my life - but there s no escape
cause you can t shoot yer way through the pearly gates
so swing low sweet cadillac
coming for to carry me home
swing low pink cadillac
stepping over Jordan I roam

Ya see
I m just a poor wayfarin stranger
ya check with me ya checking in with danger
I m just a poor wayfarin stranger
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger

I m goin there to see my father
I m goin there no more to roam
I m just a goin over Jordan
I m just a goin over home

When the road is callin yonder
when the road is callin yonder
When the road is callin
when the road is callin yonder
I ll be there

I m goin there to see my father
I m goin there no more to roam
I m just a goin over Jordan
I m just a goin over home