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Michael Franti & Spearhead

Wayfaring Stranger

 

Wayfaring Stranger

(album: Chocolate Supa Highway - 1997)


I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
travelin through this world of woe
ther's no sickness toll nor sorrow
in that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home

Ya see I'm a concrete buffalo soldier
I gotta chip it's like boulder in my shoulder
look in my eyes and you can see a red marble
like Nostradamus I'm the promise of tomorrow
traveling the city with my mexican cargo
cotton mouth I take a dry swallow
to the nearest corner watering hole
the bartender with the deed for my soul
satisfaction no I can't get no
lotsa bad habits that I need to control
recite the salms but no emancipation
church for food and liquor stores for salvation
some day I'll make
it home to see my father
he saw the man who shot the coal mine's daughter
and if I had a dime for every gamble I risked
I could buy a diamond for the woman I miss ya see

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
ya check with me ya checking in with the danger
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger

I'm going there to see my Mother
she said she'll meet me when I come
I'm just a going over Jordan I'm just a going over home
Jordan river roll river Jordan roll River Jordan roll on

Gee ain't it funny how time slips away I wanna
rewind the tape to see my life replay
I soack up the sun just as a reminder
that I was born a sick side winder
call me a vagrant, no machine to read your fax
I'll never pledge allegiance to your blood sweat and taxes
don't ever mistake me being docile for contentment
don't ever mistake my anger for resentment

it's just the calm before the storm that's why I'm quite
ya always mistaking an upraising for a race riot
you can take my life but there's no escape
'cause you can't shoot yer way through the pearly gates
so swing low sweet cadillac
coming for to carry me home
swing low pink cadillac
stepping over Jordan I roam

Ya see
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
ya check with me ya checking in with danger
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home

When the road is calling yonder
when the road is calling yonder
When the road is calling
when the road is calling yonder
I'll be there

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home

done

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