Wayfarin' Stranger Lyrics

I'm just a poor Wayfarin' Stranger travelin' through this world of woe there's no sickness toil nor sorrow in that bright world to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a going' over Jordan I'm just a going' over home ya see I'm a concrete buffalo soldier I gotta chip it's like boulder on 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 Psalms 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 miner'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 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 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 soak 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 my anger for resentment it's just the calm before the storm that's why I'm quiet ya always mistaking an uprising for a race riot you can take my life 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 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 (chorus) 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 (chorus)