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I was walking, walking down the Jericho Road |
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And every mile that I traveled showed |
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And I'm walking down the Jericho Road |
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I just kept on walking, walking down the Jericho Road |
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And the sun set red over fields of gold |
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And I'm walking down the Jericho Road |
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Well Joshua fit the battle, that's how the story goes |
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And the walls come a-tumbling down, I know |
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But I'm still walking, walking down the Jericho Road |
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I met my mother walking down the Jericho Road |
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Tears in her eyes and her head hung low |
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And she was walking down the Jericho Road |
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I met my father walking down the Jericho Road |
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His back bent over from a heavy load |
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And he was walking down the Jericho Road |
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I said, "Papa, don't you know me? Won't you lay your burden down?" |
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He just shook his head and told me, "Son, you better turn around" |
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And he kept on walking, walkin' down the Jericho Road |
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I met my brother walking down the Jericho Road |
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And his hands were bloody but his face was clean |
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And he was walking down the Jericho Road |
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I met my sister walking down the Jericho Road |
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With a babe in her arms that I'd never seen |
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And she was walking down the Jericho Road |
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She said, "It's just a little orphan child I found along the way |
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I'll raise him as my own, and he'll forgive us all someday" |
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And she kept on walking, walking down the Jericho Road |
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I met my mother |
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I met my father |
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I met my brother |
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I met my sister |