Mmmm…lead me, my Lord.
I wonder what my mother want to stay here for?
Well this old world ain’t no friend to her.
Well you can dig-uh my grave about ten feet deep
And you can make-uh my grave about four feet wide
And you can bury my body on solid rock
And you can lead
Why don’t you lead me to that racial rock, higher and higher?
I wonder what old Satan keeps a-grumblin’ about?
Well, he’s chained in Hell and he can’t come out.
Well, some come cripple and some come lame.
Well, some come limpin’ in my Jesus’ name.