Down in Mississippi on a winter's day They laid his little girl in an early grave Only the good Lord knows the tears he cried When the angels sang her over to the other side
Sing me out Lay my burdens down Sing me out Take my body to the burying ground Sing me over Jordan cause I'm glory bound Oh sweet Lord won't you sing me out
Everyone said she was born of shame From a rich man's blood bore a poor man's name But he loved that child like she was his own The closest thing to heaven he would ever hold
From where he stands he can hear the sound Of those old gravediggers turning up the ground It's been thirty years since she left his hands And he's still waiting on the Promised LandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.