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River Jordan, won't you wake my pharaoh So he can teach my people To walk the straight and narrow Come lie beside me In a horse drawn carriage Drug through the thorns Past the morgue, past the parish Oh Lord I wanna go Back to the land that I once knew Far past these fields of bloody snow Back to the sand Back to the sand Back home again F*ck the news F*ck the House of Blues F*ck my whole career You don't want me here Let me know Where my loved ones go It's not fair to keep 'em hid Tell me what I did Take me back To when the world was black Before the sun was made A picnic in the shade Oh Lord, oh Lord, I wanna go Back to the land I once knew Far past these fields of bloody snow Back to the sand Back to the sand Back home again |