| Guess I was on the road
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| Didn’t know which way to go
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| A praying man coming
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| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs
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| My people done left me behind
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| Stumble along the path, he emerged from the grass
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| Stopped at me and asked why so sad
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| Perhaps because they had taken what I had
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| I’m sure it wasn’t much to them but it was all that I could grab
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| I was on my way to church, I was running late at first
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| But after all this riff raff here, I missed service and it hurts
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| But what’s worse I’m not sure how long I’ve been swaying in the breeze
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| Tired of talking to the trees and you the first praying man that I’ve seen
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| I figured you’d lend a hand, but I see if you got some time
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| I’m glad you looked up because most people pay no mind
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| He smiled and said «Son well, I can do you one better»
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| He removed a pocket knife and cut me down from my oppressor, forever
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| Guess I was on the road
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| Didn’t know which way to go
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| A praying man coming
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| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs
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| My people done left me behind
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| Boating along the sea, he emerged from the mist
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| Asked me how I got far from the beach
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| Cause they stripped me of my pride and put these shackles on my feet
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| I was stacked on top of my folk and it was really hard to breathe
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| It was a little hard to believe that I had been caught up in this mess
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| And some of my own people would sell me to my death
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| It was a lot of us on the ride and it was a lot of us that was lost
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| But some of us couldn’t take it so some of us jumped off
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| And I’m really glad you found me on your course
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| I been out here for a while and there’s no sign of the shore
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| He smiled and said «Son well I can do you one better»
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| He lended me his hand and picked me up from my oppressor, forever
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| Guess I was on the road
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| Didn’t know which way to go
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| A praying man coming
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| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs
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| My people done left me behind
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| Driving along the road
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| He asked me what I was running from and where I was trying to go
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| «Well I was working in the field and one of my kinfolk just got killed
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| And I knew they’d come for me and Lord knows I wanna live
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| See I heard there’s people free, not that far but far from me
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| To be running from these dogs with no shoes up on my feet
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| I heard of this railroad that ventures underground
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| And takes my kind of people to a place that we can’t be found
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| And I been wounded for some miles, so I decided to rest my head
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| I guess they let me go cause they assumed that I was dead»
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| Smiled and said «Son hop in this wagon and get settled»
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| He offered me a ride and drove me far away from my oppressor, forever
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| Guess I was on the road
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| Didn’t know which way to go
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| A praying man coming
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| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs
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| My people done left me behind
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| I think I hear a praying man coming
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| I think I hear a praying man coming |