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Whitewashed wall and stained-glass pane,
were witness to my younger days,
in Tennessee.
Grew up earning preacher's praise,
but always dreaming of the day,
when I would leave.

Well in my childhood I was warned,
against the Grey Hills in the North,
where evil lived.
One day when I was seventeen,
I climbed the hills so as to see,
what evil is.

At a clearing in the trees,
a green-eyed girl younger than me,
would dance alone.
She knew my name, she knew me well.
She asked me laughing, "can I tell you something, boy?
Well, come in close."
She said, "Salvation's not the thing,
and it's life that takes the living don't you know?"
Then she was gone.

I hear the Angels sing;
The sound of saints marching...
Could it still be my fate
to see those pearly gates?

A short goodbye, a midnight train.
A shining city by the bay,
and a need to eat.
Those were low and lonesome times,
and honest work was hard to find,
and hard to keep.

Through Golden Gates a ship was bound,
beneath a bridge that ended in the clouds,
and out to sea.
Oh it was bitter work but some
ungodly sailor told me, "son,
we'll make you free."

Those sailors taught me how to curse,
how to hit and how to hurt,
and my laugh grew hard.
That captain taught me how to hate,
and I learned just what I could take
of the way thing are.

I hear the Angels sing;
The sound of saints marching...
Could it still be my fate
to see those pearly gates?

It's long ago I sailed away,
and I scarce recall those holy days,
in Tennessee.
I've been a thief and been a liar,
and my heart's been bound by wild desire
out on the sea.

I've learned that I will kill for love,
and not to speak too swiftly of
what evil is.
My heart's been broken once or twice,
but I've not forgot that girl's advice,
or to live.

I hear the Angels sing;
The sound of saints marching...
Could it still be my fate
to see those pearly gates?

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from There are Two Ways of Getting Home, released February 1, 2016

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