Lyrics:

Summer rain won't you come to me
This man needs your sympathy
Wash over me
Wash over me
Swear I ain't a criminial
Just a man who needs a miracle
Swing low for me
Swing low for me
'Cause I been to hell
And I lived to tell
That I ain't goin' back
No, I ain't goin' back
The devils goin' to chase me
'Cause I ain't goin' quietly
Goin' tire him out
Goin' to run him out
I hear the train coming
I'm heading back to the station
It's my ticket home
It's my ticket home
I wanna go where the litters grow
A place a day I can rest a soul
And I'm almost there
Yes, I'm almost there
I'm almost there...
Summer rain won't you come to me
This man needs your sympathy
And, Wash over me
Wash over me