River Jordan - The Felice Brothers

River Jordan

Won’t you wake my Pharaoh

So he can teach my people

To walk the straight and narrow

Come lie beside me

In a horse drawn carriage

Drug through the thorns

Past the morgue, past the parish

Oh lord I wanna go

Back to the land that I once knew

Far past these fields of bloody snow

Back to the sand

Back to the sand

Back home again

Fuck the news

Fuck the House of Blues

Fuck my whole career

You don’t want me here

Let me know

Where my love ones go

It’s not fair to keep 'em hid

Tell me what I did

Take me back

To when the world was black

Before the sun was made

A picnic in the shade

Oh lord, oh lord, I wanna go

Back to the land I once knew

Far past these fields of bloody snow

Back to the sand

Back to the sand

Back home again