I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger A-traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going there to meet my Father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I'm just a poor and lonesome traveler Behind the mule that's awful slow A-plowin' on to death and worry The only place that I can go I'm going there to meet my Father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home My father lived and died a farmer A-reaping less than he did sow And I just follow in his footsteps A-knowing less than he did know I'm going there to meet my Father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home Going over home...