1, 2, 3, 4 I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been
Rain like static falling in my eyes, Rain like static on the road, Rain on the loners and the regular thieves, Everybody else has gone home. If I could
Rain like static falling in my eyes Rain like static on the road Rain on the loners and the regular thieves Everybody else has gone home If I could stay
The pilgrim is looking for a hidden place When he's hungry and thirsty When he longs to wash dust from his legs He wanders to mountains' foot Day
A pilgrim at the gray of dawn Leaving in the mist of morning On his journey of goodness Heaven sent, God blessed Pilgrim laughing at the world Spreading
I saw a blood washed pilgrim, a sinner saved by grace Up on the King's great highway, with peacful shining face Temptations sore beset him, but nothing
From the womb, to the tomb An eternal struggle for the holy truth We are not the first, nor shall we be the last We shall be followed by thousands more
I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim traveling through this world below There is no sickness or no danger in that bright world to which I go I'm going there
It was christmas eve, I was standin' in the parking lot Of "fabulous girls, nude - nude - nude" In the car next to me there was a young lady
I saw a blood washed pilgrim, a sinner saved by grace Up on the King's great highway, with peaceful shining face Temptations score beset him, but nothing
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And pensively stood by his tomb, When in a low whisper I heard something say, "How sweetly I sleep here
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been my home Sometimes the road was rocky ?long the way, boys But I was never travelin' alone
And how do I choose and where do I draw the line Between truth and necessary pain? And how do I know and where do I get my belief That things will be
If you see them father Please tell them I?m a poor mourning pilgrim Bound for Canaan land Well, I weep and I moan And I move slowly on I?m a poor mourning
The keys to death and hell The ailing kingdom doomed to fail The bonds of sin and heart will break The pilgrims course will take Quelling the devils
I am a lonesome pilgrim, far from home And what a journey I have known I might be tired and weary, but I am strong 'Cause pilgrims walk, but not alone
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