| Oh my soul, my soul, I’m bound for to rest
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| In the arms of the angel Gabriel
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| And I’ll climb up the hill and look to the west
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| I’m crossing over Jordan to the land
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| And I’ll sit me down in my old armchair
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| People, I will not be tired
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| And though Satan may speak, I will take my ease
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| As I warm myself up the fire
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| And I’ll shout and I’ll dance
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| And I’ll rise up early in the morning
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| I will rise and rub my sleepy eyes
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| When Gabriel comes blowing on his horn
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| Oh my soul, my soul, I’m bound for to rest
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| I’ll rest just as sure as I am born
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| And I’ll sing like a blackbird sitting in its nest
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| When Gabriel comes blowing on his horn
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| And I’ll throw my clothes up on the shore
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| New garments I will have to wear
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| And I’ll have new shoes and never get the blues
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| The angels will come and curl my hair
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| And I’ll shout and I’ll dance
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| And I’ll rise up early in the morning
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| I will rise and rub my sleepy eyes
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| When Gabriel comes blowing on his horn
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| I won’t weep when it’s time for me to leave
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| I’ll pack up my bandbox and go
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| Goodbye old friends, there isn’t time to grieve
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| I’m moving up to glory very slow
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| And I’ll eat my meals three times a day
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| You bet your life, I will not be late
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| And I’ll have lots of fun when all you people come
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| 'Cause I’m gonna take the tickets at the gate
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| And I’ll shout and I’ll dance
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| And I’ll rise up early in the morning
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| I will rise and rub my sleepy eyes
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| When Gabriel comes blowing on his horn
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| When Gabriel comes blowing on his horn
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| When Gabriel comes blowing on his horn |