Papa M - Over jordan

^G#mI am a whore, wayfaring stranger traveling ^C#mthrough this town a^G#mlone ^G#mThere are no drugs, no fear of danger in that gold ^C#mland that I call h^G#mome

I'm coming ^Ehome to see my ^Bfather I'm coming ^Ehome no more to^B grieve I'm coming ^C#mhome just over j^G#mordan I'm coming ^C#mhome to never le^G#mave

^G#mone of these nights and it won't be long we all will r^C#mise and stand side by^G#m side ^G#mhand in hand bound for glory our foes will^C#m fall to be death's b^G#mride

I'm coming ^Ehome to see my ^Bbrother I'm coming ^Ehome no more to^B grieve I'm coming ^C#mhome just over j^G#mordan I'm coming ^C#mhome to never le^G#mave I'm coming ^Ehome to see my ^Bmother I'm coming ^Ehome no more to^B grieve I'm coming ^C#mhome just over j^G#mordan I'm coming ^C#mhome to never le^G#mave