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I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I'm traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother/father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan

Take a little walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, ilke a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires Hey man, you knowyou're never coming back Past the square, pa