I'm just going over home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my Father And all my loved ones

Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down You can run on for a long time Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson Look out Jackson town Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

Against the wind CHORUS (ALL): We were running against the wind It seems like yesterday, but it was a long time ago She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights There in the darkness with the radio, playin' low The secrets that we shared, the mountains

You say you're lookin' for someone But it ain't me babe No, no, no, it ain't me babe It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe I'm not the one you want, babe Go away from my window Leave at your own chosen speed I'm not the one you need Who's never weak but

A solitary man I'll be what I am Don't know that I will but until I can find me Solitary man Belinda was mine 'til the time that I found her Holdin' Jim And lovin' him Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that's what I thought Me and Sue,

Throw your suitcase in the back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man

daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) me and little brother would join right in there in the sky, lord, in the sky one of these days and it won't be long i'll rejoin them in a song i'm gonna join the family circle at the throne by and by, lord, by and by i

But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do Fussed with my woman Toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray