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Roll Away The Stone







Roll Away The Stone  


Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain
Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain
Dust bowl memories you can hear me shout
Dust bowl memories you can hear me shout
I want to roll away the stone

Two-step slumber come on lead my eyes, lead me I wanna go
Two-step slumber come on lead my eyes, I wanna go
teach me Lord that righteous way
teach me Lord that righteous way
I want to roll away the stone

See that gate down yonder road, which one will I follow?
See that gate down yonder road, which one will I follow?
I lose my shackles here
I lose my shackles here
I want to roll away the stone

Tell me why, tell me why my brother gonna fall down
Tell me why, tell me why my brother gonna fall down
Pick him up, pick him up high
Pick him up and take him home, lay him down there
I got to start a crown when will I die
for the last time, for the last time
teach me Lord that righteous way
teach me Lord that righteous way
I want to roll away the stone






Sail the Jordan top


When that trouble is getting hard up here
You and I know better to tell there
Get on a boat, sail the Jordan and jump in the river and drown

Deeper and deeper as my mother shall feel the pain
And her child shall gonna leave the sand
Get on a boat and jump in the river
Get on a boat, get on a boat and jump in the river and drown

Well I sing for my sister, trying as we may
We've got no place to hide and nowhere to stay
Get on a boat, get on a boat and jump in the river and drown

My child all the world is yours
I want to pray, fight it alone
Get on a boat, sail the Jordan and jump in and drown
Get on a boat, sail the Jordan, jump in the river and drown






When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder top
(traditional)

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more
And the morning breaks eternal, bright and fair
The chosen ones will gather over on the other shore
And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there

On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise
And the glory of his resurrection share
When all the saints will gather to their home beyond the sky
And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there

Let us labour for the master from dawn till setting sun
Let us talk of all his wondrous love and care
Then when all of life is over and our work on earth is done
And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there






Hosanna top


Hey brother don't you sing so quiet, no
I need a beacon to guide me through the night
Oh let me hear your hosanna
come on and let me hear your prayer
I'm going down to the city, I got a home there
Oh my heart is tattered and my spirit grows cold
Let me see your wisdom Lord before I get too old
Let me hear your hosanna
Come on and let me hear your prayer
I'm going down to the city, I got a home there

Struggle out on the wheel I don't know better way
Tell my soul's up in heaven and the world's gone away
Let me hear your hosanna
Come on and let me hear your prayer
I'm going down to the city, I got a home there

the last day's done and the darker hour draws nigh
Might the wings of gold surround me and my salvation fine
Let me hear your hosanna
Come on and let me hear your prayer
I'm going down to the city, I got a home there

no more than the sinner needing faith and love
Simple grace my soul and my shield armor to run this Christian race
Let me hear your hosanna
Come on and let me hear your prayer
I'm going down to the city, I got a home there






Without The Light top


Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be
Water runs up through my door
And washed me clean of my childhood
Dirt on the floor, a reminder

Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid
Crossing that river again on a boat
Takes in more than it floats on above
And silently moves to the bottom

And nowhere can I draw shadows
But I can see better without the light

Hard times give me your open arms
Make me a pallet to lie down on
And hold me so I won't try to run away
Cover my eyes for tomorrow

Used to be farther above me
And longer behind and darker and kind






Footprints top


Skip across the dust in the corner of my room
While the walls pull away
Keep my hiding spirit shuffling
Keep my hiding spirit shuffling
You can look but you won't find me
Yeah, the Footprints show the way that I've gone
Yeah, the Footprints show the way that I've gone

The dirt high upon my back, yet it forever falling
'neath my long old worried soul
Morning cares for no tomorrow
Morning cares for no tomorrow
You can look but you won't find me
I know the footprints show the way that I've gone

Having any more, it surely won't be mine
I've gone far away
You can look but you won't find me
You can look but you won't find me
Keep my hiding spirit shuffling
Footprints show the way that I've gone
Footprints show the way that I've gone






Go There top


I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out
Raising hands and hoping,
singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by
I want to go there when I die

Eyes open wide like a little boy I wonder
I could hear them shout, I could hear them rumble
Pass the plate and raise the spirits high
I want to go there when I die

Will I read the bible I wear out my knees my keens
And sing 'till my heart goes weary
Surely will he hear me, poor sinner
I want to go there when I die

Well don't you follow me, no, I'll be followed by
Every step I take leads me two behind
Harder suffering be my only way to fly
I want to go there when I die






See That My Grave is Kept Clean top
(Blind Lemon Jefferson/Furry Lewis)

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you
There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you
There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean

Dig my grave with a silver spade
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Leaving down the golden chain

Every link in my Jesus name
Every link in my Jesus name
Every link in my Jesus name
Leaving down the golden chain

Ever hear that church bell tone
Ever hear that church bell tone
Ever hear that church bell tone
I'm a poor boy, and all be no more

When I'm dead don't grieve for me
When I'm dead don't grieve for me
When I'm dead don't grieve for me
While I'm lying here dead

Come right here and put flowers on my grave
Come right here and put flowers on my grave
Come right here and put flowers on my grave
I'll be living with the safe-going knees

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you
There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you
There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean






Cypress Grove top
(Skip James)

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove
I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove
To have me a woman that I can't control

your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold
your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold
You're just getting ready for some cypress grove

Well the old people they try to tell me, but I never did know
the old people they try to tell me, but Lord I never did know
"The good book is sure gonna tell you, you got to reap what you sow"

"Enough" I told you, "I know I'd been lying"
"Enough" I told you, told you "I know I'd been lying"
Come through me, now I'm dying

I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground
I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground
Than be way up here, and let you throw me down

Take back what you give, take back, that's all so hard to live
Take back what you give, take back what you give, that's so hard to live
We're going

I'd rather be lying in some more cypress grove






That's Alright top
(traditional)

That's alright, that's alright...
My soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright

Some say Peter , some say Paul
But one God made us all
and my soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright

That's alright, that's alright...
My soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright

You can rebuke me, throw me around, but that's alright
I'm going to the holy town
and my soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright

I went down to the valley to pray
My soul got happy and I stay all day
And my soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright

That's alright, that's alright...






Doxology top
(traditional)

instrumental
 

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