They wonder, they wonder,
what our shoes have brung,
and how many lonsome,
ballads we have already sung.
Miles and miles of travel,
down dose' dustry trails,
with dust on our worn shoes,
and never reading her mails.
The engineer has gone before,
dis' track leads to Lord knows where,
but we hear the whistle up ahead,
and see 'er at the wheel house door.
Dust done blanketed this last step,
gotta wipe my eyes fur her 'ta see,
before she vanished again from sight,
but sho wish her soul had slept.
Bow ma head 'cuz sho not quick,
musta missed her again this time,
but on my shoulder feel her hand,
just know this is my final time,
she gonna take me to the promised land.
No she said, ya caught me just in time,
cuz just had ta tell ya that ya gotta go,
finish up what we were tolt to do,
and bring our chillen to the fellaw we both know.
Jes' remember ya'll know 'em real good,
fur dey know the meaning of HIS word,
and by der rymhin', they understood,
we'll be awaitin' fur 'em cuz HIS word dey heard. |
