| I was raised in the house of a real holy roller
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| Warned the people about the ways of sin
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| He said go out yonder to the water and travel
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| 'Cause disciples they were fishers of men
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| Yeah disciples they were fishers of men
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| So I got me a job on the first boat rowin'
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| And it’s been a mighty long time
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| Since I sat in the house of my father and my mother
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| Or I seen that woman of mine
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| Yeah that good lovin' gal of mine
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| I said babe I’m a-goin' on a little bitty journey
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| I’ll be back when the fishin' is through
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| While I’m waitin' in case get ready
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| For when Jesus comes for you
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| When the Good Lord comes for you
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| When Jesus comes for you
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| Here it comes
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| Sayin' «Shall we gather by the water
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| The beautiful water
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| Shall we gather by the water
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| That flows from the throne of God»
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| Truth it lies in the love of a woman
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| Lord don’t sink this boat
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| I got a pretty little thing waitin' in New Orleans
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| With a dagger by her throat
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| She don’t wanna do it but she’s that crazy
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| And if I don’t make it back
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| She’ll probably die alone and cold
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| As the creole night turns black
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| Sayin' «Shall we gather by the water
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| The beautiful water
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| Shall we gather by the water
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| That flows from the throne of God»
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| Shall we gather by the water
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| The beautiful water
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| Shall we gather by the water
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| That flows from the throne of God |