Way down in Black River, where my family is from
They've been working on a building that's gonna outlast the sun
They've been laying bricks every time Sunday morning comes
Singing songs about faith and salvation
They say: "We're all pilgrims, we're all strangers
In this land we're just travelling through."
Oh so do Lord, but you remember me do, Lord
When I'm way beyond the blues.
Well my brothers, me, and my cousins, got an early theological start
Learning them Black River Gospel Hymns and singing them all by heart
We were up on stage, like a sacrifice to God,
But that's the price you pay, when you grow up in the South
Because we're all pilgrims, and we're all strangers
In this land we're just travelling through
Oh so do, Lord, but you remember me do, Lord,
When I'm way beyond the blues.
When I was a young man, Black River I did leave,
The spirit of the open country started calling to me
So I set out across the continent with my friends,
Oh Black River, I don't think I could do it again,
Because I know now that all good things will come to an end.
And we're all pilgrims, and we're all strangers,
In this land we're just travelling through.
Oh so do Lord, but you remember me, do Lord,
A heathen boy in that Southern Methodist pew,
Oh so do, Lord, but you remember me, do Lord,
When I'm way beyond the blues
Because I am way beyond the blues.
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