Verse 1

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go.

Chorus
I'm going there to meet my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home.

Verse 2

I know dark clouds
Will gather round me
I know my way
Is rough and steep
Yet beautiful fields
Lie just before me
Where god’s redeemed their vigils keep

Chorus

I'm going there to meet my mother

She said she’d meet me

When I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home.
I'm only going over home




Traditional arranged by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1

From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened my pathway awhile

Verse 2
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loves you so true

Verse 3

Won’t you think of the valley you’re leaving
O how lonesome, how sad it will be?
O think of the fond heart you’re breaking
Every grief you are causing to me.

Verse 4
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loves you so true
And the cowboy who loves you so true

Traditional arranged by :
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2
Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3
Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4
Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5
So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball


Traditional arranged by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau