I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land.
I've got a home in that yonder city, Good Lord,
And it's not, (oh no it's not) not made by hand.
I've got a mother, sister, and a brother
Who have gone this way before.
I am determined to go and see them, Good Lord,
Over on that other shore.
I'm going down to the river of Jordan,
Just to bathe my weary soul.
If I touch but the hem of his garment, Good Lord,
I believe it would make me whole.
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"I Am a Pilgrim" as written by Merle Travis
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