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I am a poor wayfaring stranger |
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Lord a travelling through this world of woe |
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And I find sickness toil and danger |
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Lord everywhere everywhere I go |
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I'm going there to see my brother |
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I'm going there no more to roam |
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I'm going there, ah it's just over Jordan |
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I'm going there to my new home |
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One of these mornings and it won't be long |
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Woa, men will rise and stand side by side |
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And hand in hand they're bound for glory |
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Their foes will fall on freedom's side |
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I'm going there Lord to find my brother |
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I'm going there, no more to roam |
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Oh, I'm going there, it's just over Jordan |
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I'm going there no more to roam |
