Lyrics:

I was raised in the house of a real holy roller

Warned the people about the ways of sin

He said go out yonder to the water and travel

'Cause disciples they were fishers of men

Yeah disciples they were fishers of men


So I got me a job on the first boat rowin'

And it's been a mighty long time

Since I sat in the house of my father and my mother

Or I seen that woman of mine

Yeah that good lovin' gal of mine


I said babe I'm a-goin' on a little bitty journey

I'll be back when the fishin' is through

While I'm waitin' in case get ready

For when Jesus comes for you

When the Good Lord comes for you

When Jesus comes for you

Here it comes


Sayin' 'Shall we gather by the water

The beautiful water

Shall we gather by the water

That flows from the throne of God'


Truth it lies in the love of a woman

Lord don't sink this boat

I got a pretty little thing waitin' in New Orleans

With a dagger by her throat

She don't wanna do it but she's that crazy

And if I don't make it back

She'll probably die alone and cold

As the creole night turns black


Sayin' 'Shall we gather by the water

The beautiful water

Shall we gather by the water

That flows from the throne of God'


Shall we gather by the water

The beautiful water

Shall we gather by the water

That flows from the throne of God