| I’m just a poor wayfarin’stranger
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| travelin through this world of woe
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| ther’s no sickness toll nor sorrow
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| in that bright world to which I go
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| I’m going there to see my father
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| I’m goin’there no more to roam
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| I’m just a goin’over Jordan
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| I’m just a goin’over home
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| Ya see I’m a concrete buffalo soldier
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| I gotta chip it’s like boulder in my shoulder
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| look in my eyes and you can see a red marble
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| like Nostradamus I’m the promise of tomorrow
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| traveling the city with my mexican cargo
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| cotton mouth — I take a dry swallow
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| to the nearest corner watering hole
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| the bartender with the deed for my soul
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| satisfaction no I can’t get no lotsa bad habits that I need to control
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| recite the salms but no emancipation
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| church for food and liquor stores for salvation
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| some day I’ll make
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| it home to see my father
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| he saw the man who shot the coal mine’s daughter
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| and if I had a dime for every gamble I risked
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| I could buy a diamond for the woman I miss ya see
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| I’m just a poor wayfarin’stranger
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| ya check with me ya checking in with the danger
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| I’m just a poor wayfarin’stranger
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| roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger
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| I’m goin’there to see my Mother
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| she said she’ll meet me when I come
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| I’m just a goin’over Jordan I’m just a goin’over home
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| Jordan river roll river Jordan roll River Jordan roll on Gee ain’t it funny — how time slips away I wanna
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| rewind the tape to see my life replay
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| I soack up the sun — just as a reminder
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| that I was born a sick side winder
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| call me a vagrant, no machine to read your fax
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| I’ll never pledge allegiance to your blood sweat and taxes
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| don’t ever mistake me being docile for contentment
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| don’t ever mistake my anger for resentment
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| it’s just the calm before the storm that’s why I’m quite
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| ya always mistaking an upraising for a race riot
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| you can take my life — but there’s no escape
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| 'cause you can’t shoot yer way through the pearly gates
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| so swing low sweet cadillac
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| coming for to carry me home
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| swing low pink cadillac
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| stepping over Jordan I roam
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| Ya see
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| I’m just a poor wayfarin’stranger
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| ya check with me ya checking in with danger
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| I’m just a poor wayfarin’stranger
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| roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger
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| I’m goin’there to see my father
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| I’m goin’there no more to roam
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| I’m just a goin’over Jordan
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| I’m just a goin’over home
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| When the road is callin’yonder
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| when the road is callin’yonder
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| When the road is callin'
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| when the road is callin’yonder
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| I’ll be there
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| I’m goin’there to see my father
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| I’m goin’there no more to roam
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| I’m just a goin’over Jordan
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| I’m just a goin’over home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wayfarin' Stranger , by - Spearhead. Song from the album Chocolate Supa Highway, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп