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Lyricist: Brother
Lyrics:
River Jordan Wont you wake my Pharaoh So he can teach my people To walk the straight and narrow
Come lie beside me In a horse drawn carriage Drug through the thorns Past the morgue, past the parish
Oh lord I wanna go Back to the land that I once knew Far past these fields of bloody snow Back to the sand Back to the sand Back home again
Fuck the news Fuck the House of Blues Fuck my whole career You dont want me here
Let me know Where my love ones go Its not fair to keep 'em hid Tell me what I did
Take me back To when the world was black Before the sun was made A picnic in the shade
Oh lord, oh lord, I wanna go Back to the land I once knew Far past these fields of bloody snow Back to the sand Back to the sand Back home again
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