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I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger a traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness toil nor danger in that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to meet my Father I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan I'm just a going over home
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I'm just a poor and lonesome traveler behind the mule that's awful slow
A plowin' on to death and worry the only place that I can go
I'm going there to meet my Father...
My father lived and died a farmer a reeping less that he did sow
And I just follow in his footsteps a knowing less than he did know
I'm going there to meet my Father...
Going over home