My Lord was a wayward pilgrim
He traveled around from door to door
His chiefest occupation
Was administering to the poor.
They say my Lord had a devil
They thought his saints the same
I don't expect nothing here
But sorrow, grief and pain.
(Chorus)
My warfare will soon be over
My race will soon be run
My warfare will soon be over
Then I'm going home.
God bless them Holiness people
And the Presbyterians too
And the good ole shouting Methodists
And the prayin' Baptists too.
And when I get to heaven
I want you to be there too
And when you hear me say Amen
I want to hear you say so too

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