i came to town when the sun went down
on business i was sad main
she was a buzz
and the footsteps were a beat down to the revival tan
i followed the crowds and the gospel sounds
thinking i could get a seat
i wasn't aching for no safe
but i sure could rest my feet
the preacher he crossed that stage
and rolled up his sleeves
turned east and west
puffed up his chest and told us all what to believe
he said jordan's a hard road to travel
it's a hard road i believe
and then you wake up oh you wake up
you ain't got nothing left to leave
he said what has been will be
and what will be already was no matter if you flee
no matter what anybody does
he said that the race is for the swift
even before it's been run
and the only way will be the last one left
if you keep your finger on the trigger of your gun
i said jordan's a hard road to travel
it's a hard road i believe
but then you wake up and you're wake up
you ain't got nothing left to leave
well the girls in the garden bid me farewell
when i left they threw me the flowers from their hair
and the waving trees brushed my shoulders
and made their leaves fall bad
and the nightingales in the whippoorwill sang songs
asking me to stay
and the clouds all bunched up together
and took my light away
cause jordan's a hard road to travel
it's a hard road i believe
and then you wake up oh you wake up
you ain't got nothing left to leave
i said joining's a hard road to travel
it's a hard road i believe
then you wake up oh you wake up
you ain't got nothing left to leave
