Wayfarin' stranger
Joan osbornetravelin' through this world of woeÂ
there's no sickness toil nor sorrowÂ
in that bright world to which I goÂ
I'm going there to see my fatherÂ
I'm going there no more to roamÂ
I'm just a going' over Jordan I'm just a going' overÂ
homeÂ
ya see I'm a concrete buffalo soldierÂ
I gotta chip it's like boulder on my shoulderÂ
look in my eyes and you can see a red marbleÂ
like Nostradamus I'm the promise of tomorrowÂ
traveling the city with my mexican cargoÂ
cotton mouth - I take a dry swallowÂ
to the nearest corner watering holeÂ
the bartender with the deed for my soulÂ
satisfaction no I can't get noÂ
lotsa bad habits that I need to controlÂ
recite the Psalms but no emancipationÂ
church for food and liquor stores for salvationÂ
some day I'll makeÂ
it home to see my fatherÂ
he saw the man who shot the coal miner's daughterÂ
and if I had a dime for every gamble I riskedÂ
I could buy a diamond for the woman I miss ya seeÂ
I'm just a poor Wayfarin' strangerÂ
ya check with me ya checking in with dangerÂ
I'm just a poor Wayfarin' strangerÂ
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a mangerÂ
I'm goin' there to see my MotherÂ
she said she'll meet me when I comeÂ
I'm just a goin' over Jordan I'm just goin' over homeÂ
Jordan river roll river Jordan roll River Jordan roll onÂ
Gee ain't it funny - how time slips away I wanna rewind the tape to seeÂ
my life replayÂ
I soak up the sun - just as a reminderÂ
that I was born a sick side winderÂ
call me a vagrant, no machine to read your faxÂ
I'll never pledge allegiance to your blood sweat and taxesÂ
don't ever mistake me being docile for contentmentÂ
don't my anger for resentmentÂ
it's just the calm before the storm that's why I'm quietÂ
ya always mistaking an uprising for a race riotÂ
you can take my life life - but there's no escapeÂ
'cause you can't shoot yer way through the pearly gatesÂ
so swing low sweet cadillacÂ
coming for to carry me homeÂ
swing low pink cadillacÂ
stepping over Jordan I roamÂ
I'm just a poor Wayfarin' strangerÂ
ya check with me ya checking in with dangerÂ
I'm just a poor Wayfarin' strangerÂ
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a mangerÂ
(chorus)Â
When the road is callin' yonder, when the road is callin' yonderÂ
When the road is callin', when the road is callin' yonder I'll be thereÂ
(chorus)