Hold my tongue, but I ain’t seeing
The Holy Ghost in this land
So hold my hand underneath the water
‘Till the black-eyed devils go outside of me
All this time I must’ve had no vision
That would carry me through
So hold my head underneath the river
And I’ll come up speaking in no tongues of man
So I’ll meet you down by the riverside
And I’ll grow my hair real long
I’ll grow my beard just to be your disciple
And I’ll try to go along
Now when I see people I used to know
They say, “There was a man who knew His Word!”
Now I’m sleeping ‘neath the full moon’s light
I guess you can’t see the sun from the ocean floor
So I’ll meet you down by the riverside
And I’ll grow my hair real long
I’ll grow my beard just to be your disciple
And I’ll try to go along
I’ll meet you down by the riverside
And I’ll grow my hair real long
I’ll grow my beard just to be your disciple
And I’ll try to go along
Yeah, I’ll try to go along
I’ll try to go along
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