Written by Michael Franti & Joan Osborne
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I'm just a poor Wayfarin' Stranger
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travelin' through this world of woe
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there's no sickness toil nor sorrow
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in that bright world to which I go
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I'm going there to see my father
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I'm going there no more to roam
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I'm just a going' over Jordan I'm just a going' over
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home
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ya see I'm a concrete buffalo soldier
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I gotta chip it's like boulder on my shoulder
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look in my eyes and you can see a red marble
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like Nostradamus I'm the promise of tomorrow
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traveling the city with my mexican cargo
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cotton mouth - I take a dry swallow
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to the nearest corner watering hole
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the bartender with the deed for my soul
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satisfaction no I can't get no
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lotsa bad habits that I need to control
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recite the Psalms but no emancipation
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church for food and liquor stores for salvation
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some day I'll make
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it home to see my father
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he saw the man who shot the coal miner's daughter
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and if I had a dime for every gamble I risked
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I could buy a diamond for the woman I miss ya see
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I'm just a poor Wayfarin' stranger
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ya check with me ya checking in with danger
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I'm just a poor Wayfarin' stranger
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roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger
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I'm goin' there to see my Mother
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she said she'll meet me when I come
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I'm just a goin' over Jordan I'm just goin' over home
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Jordan river roll river Jordan roll River Jordan roll on
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Gee ain't it funny - how time slips away I wanna rewind the tape to see
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my life replay
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I soak up the sun - just as a reminder
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that I was born a sick side winder
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call me a vagrant, no machine to read your fax
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I'll never pledge allegiance to your blood sweat and taxes
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don't ever mistake me being docile for contentment
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don't my anger for resentment
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it's just the calm before the storm that's why I'm quiet
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ya always mistaking an uprising for a race riot
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you can take my life life - but there's no escape
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'cause you can't shoot yer way through the pearly gates
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so swing low sweet cadillac
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coming for to carry me home
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swing low pink cadillac
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stepping over Jordan I roam
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I'm just a poor Wayfarin' stranger
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ya check with me ya checking in with danger
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I'm just a poor Wayfarin' stranger
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roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger
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(chorus)
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When the road is callin' yonder, when the road is callin' yonder
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When the road is callin', when the road is callin' yonder I'll be there
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(chorus)
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Wayfarin' Stranger
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Joan Osborne |