i m just a poor wayfarin 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 goin there no more to roam i m just a goin over jordan i m just a goin 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 psalms 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 wayfarin stranger ya check with me ya checking in with the danger i m just a poor wayfarin stranger roaming the streets seeking jesus in a manger i m goin there to see my mother she said she ll meet me when i come i m just a goin over jordan i m just a goin 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 wayfarin stranger ya check with me ya checking in with danger i m just a poor wayfarin stranger roaming the streets seeking jesus in a manger i m goin there to see my father i m goin there no more to roam i m just a goin over jordan i m just a goin over home when the road is callin yonder when the road is callin yonder when the road is callin when the road is callin yonder i ll be there i m goin there to see my father i m goin there no more to roam i m just a goin over jordan i m just a goin over home