I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove To have me a woman that I can't control Your
Skip across the dust In the corner of my room, yeah While the walls pull away And keep my hiding spirit shuffling, oh And keep my hiding spirit shuffling
I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out Raising hands and hoping, singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by I want to go there
[instrumental]
Roll Away The Stone Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Dust
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you There's just one kind of favor I'll ask you You can see that my
Sail the Jordan When that trouble is getting hard up here You and I know better to tell there Get on a boat, sail the Jordan and jump in the river
down to the city, I got a home there Struggle out on the wheel I don't know better way Tell my soul's up in heaven and the world's gone away Let me
That's alright, that's alright... My soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright Some say Peter , some say Paul But one God made us all and my soul
When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder (traditional) When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal,
without the light Hard times give me your open arms Make me a pallet to lie down on And hold me so I won't try to run away Cover my eyes for tomorrow
