Well, now, Death came knocking at my mother’s door,
He said, come on, Mother, are you ready to go?
Well, my mother bent down, began to buckle on her shoe,
And she handed up her cross and began to move,
And she move on down by the Jordan stream,
And she shouted “Hallelujah! I have been redeem!”
She cried, “Yes! My [...]
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