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Golden Gate Quartetの「When The Saints Go Marching In」を聴こう。
ALBUMWhen The Saints Go Marching InGolden Gate Quartet

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You may run home for a long time Run home for a long time Run home for a long time Let me tell you, God Almighty gonna cut you down You may run home for a long time You may run home for a long time Run home for a long time Let me tell you, God Almighty's gonna cut you down Go tell that long tongued liar (well, well) Go tell that midnight rider (well, well) Tell the gambler, the rambler, backbiter Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down Stop, God Almighty, let me tell you the news My head been wet with the midnight dews Now I been down on my bended knees Talkin' to the Man from Galilee My God spoken, he spokes so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of angels' feet He put one hand upon my head Great God Almighty, let me tell you what He said Go tell that long tongued liar (well, well) Go tell that midnight rider (well, well) Tell the gambler, the rambler, backbiter Tell 'em God Almighty gonna cut 'em down You may run home for a long time You may run home for a long time Run home for a long time Let me tell you, God Almighty's gonna cut you down You may throw your rocks and hide your hand Working in the dark against your fellow man But you sure as God made the day and the night What you do in the dark will be brought to the light You can run and hide, slip and slide You talk about the mote in your neighbor's eyes But you sure as God made rich and the poor You going to reap just what you sow You can run home for a long time Run home for a long time Run home for a long time Let me tell you, God Almighty's gonna cut you down Go tell that long tongued liar Go tell that midnight rider Tell the gambler, the rambler, backbiter Tell 'em God Almighty gonna cut 'em down Some brother go to church just to signify You try to make a date with the neighbor's wife But brother let me tell you just as sure as you're born You better leave that woman alone Because one of these days you mark my word You'll think brother has gone to work You're going to creep up and knock on his door That's all brother, you'll knock no more You can run home for a long time You may run home for a long time Run home for a long time Let me tell you, God Almighty's gonna cut you down Go tell that long tongued liar (well, well) Go tell that midnight rider Tell the gambler, the rambler, backbiter Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down
Writer(s): Clyde Riddick, Orlandus Wilson, Willie B Johnson, Henry Lee Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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