| I ain’t wanderin' far away
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| I stay where I can here you call
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| Call me when it’s supper time
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| In your banquet hall
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| When all your saints are gathered in
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| In our new robes of white
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| Let that sun set straight to dawn
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| ‘Cause now there is no night
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| Ain’t got no burden in my soul
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| Aint got no shoes on my feet
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| So call me Lord, «Come home,»
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| I’m comin' at a run, run, run
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| Run
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| I must go away my friends
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| He said for a time to make a place
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| But I’ll be back that one tomorrow
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| Never ending day
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| I’ll wipe away your tears
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| Your years of sorrow washed away
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| In the Jordan on that mornin'
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| When I call your name
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| Ain’t got no burden in my soul
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| Aint got no shoes on my feet
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| So call me Lord, «Come home,»
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| I’m comin' at a run, run, run
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| Run
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| I am dancin' in the grass
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| Out beneath the setting sun
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| So when you call me Lord, «Come home,»
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| I’m comin' at a run
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| Call me Lord, «Come home,»
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| I’m comin' at a run, run, run
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| Run |