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I left my golden slippers home.
I can no longer with you roam,
I'm gwine to cross the river on the Gospel raft.
Tell them I will be there.
My long white robe and gospel gown
I'll wear right through the Golden town,
We'll have a happy time upon the old camp ground.
Tell them I will be there.
|: Oh! brother, tell them I am coming,
Oh! brother, tell them I will be there. :|
I'll take my ole banjo along,
We'll dance and sing the merry song,
I'm gwine to drink the gospel soup the whole day long.
Tell them I will be there.
Go tell old aunt Jemima Brown
That all the folks are coming down,
To have a jubilee upon the old camp ground.
Tell them I will be there.
|: Oh! brother, tell them I am coming,
Oh! brother, tell them I will be there. :|
So good bye darks I'll soon be gone,
I'm going down where the sun shines warm,
I used to love to work among the cane and corn.
Tell them I will be there.
You children all I do adore,
I may not see you any more,
But you must try and meet me on the other shore.
Tell them I will be there.
|: Oh! brother, tell them I am coming,
Oh! brother, tell them I will be there. :|
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