| Go down Moses
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| There’s nothing here to see
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| It’s just my old man in his rocking chair
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| Waiting for his time to be free
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| Now the weight has lifted
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| But the shackles still remain
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| But with a bottle of wine after suppertime
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| We can drink our cares away
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| There ain’t no roads from here
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| Momma don’t you waste your tears
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| Cause there ain’t no roads from here
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| Like that lazy delta
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| So many flows without a guide
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| Pop it really don’t much matter
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| Cause I’ll just find you by the riverside
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| You can wash yourself anew
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| And we will heal down to the bone
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| With some family love and some guidance from above
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| We can find our way home
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| When I got home government tried to take my soul away
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| With a weary heart and mind in the jailhouse he’ll stay
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| Even the dirt gon' rise
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| So please be at ease and make your amends
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| Cause I see the light up around the bend
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| Go down Moses
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| You can’t keep a man down for long
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| No matter how many miles may lay ahead
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| That train will keep on rollin' on
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| And we will ride them rails till dawn
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| Coastin' down the line |
| What a beautiful bind to rise above
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| This family’s done its time. |
| But pay no mind |