| I was walking, walking down the Jericho Road
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| And every mile that I travelled showed
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| And I’m walking down the Jericho Road
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| I just kept on walking, walking down the Jericho Road
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| And the sunset red over fields of gold
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| And I’m walking down the Jericho Road
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| Well Joshua fit the battle, that’s how the story goes
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| And the walls come tumbling down, I know
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| But I’m still walking, walking down the Jericho Road
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| I met my mother walking down the Jericho Road
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| Tears in her eyes and her head hung low
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| And she was walking down the Jericho Road
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| I met my father walking down the Jericho Road
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| His back bent over from a heavy load
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| And he was walking down the Jericho Road
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| I said, «Papa, don’t you know me? |
| Won’t you lay your burden down?»
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| He just shook his head and told me, «Son, you better turn around»
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| And he kept on walking, walking down the Jericho Road
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| I met my brother walking down the Jericho Road
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| And his hands were bloody, but his face was clean
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| And he was walking down the Jericho Road
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| I met my sister walking down the Jericho Road
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| With a babe in her arms that I’d never seen
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| And she was walking down the Jericho Road
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| She said, «It's just a little orphan child I found along the way
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| I’ll raise him as my own and he’ll forgive us all someday»
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| And she kept on walking, walking down the Jericho Road
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| I met my mother
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| I met my father
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| I met my brother
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| I met my sister |