Letras:
Kelly Joe Phelps Roll Away The Stone

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove To have me a woman that I can't control Your

I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out Raising hands and hoping, singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by I want to go there

Roll Away The Stone Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Dust

Sail the Jordan When that trouble is getting hard up here You and I know better to tell there Get on a boat, sail the Jordan and jump in the river

That's alright, that's alright... My soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright Some say Peter , some say Paul But one God made us all and my soul

without the light Hard times give me your open arms Make me a pallet to lie down on And hold me so I won't try to run away Cover my eyes for tomorrow