ARLO GUTHRIE - Gabriel's Mother's Hiway Ballad 16 Blues lyrics

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Woke up this morning with my head in my hand

Come on, children, come on

Snow was falling all over the land

Come on, children, come on

I don't know but I've been told

Come on, children, come on

That the streets of Heaven have all been sold

Come on, children, come on

Come on, children, all come home

Jesus going to make you well

Come on, people, now it's time to go

Go to where a man can dwell

Well, the sun come up while I wrote this song

Come on, children, come on

To remember me well that it won't be long

Come on, children, come on

Come on, children, all come home

Jesus going to make you well

Come on, people, now it's time to go

Go to where a man can dwell

Come on, Gabriel, blow that thing

Come on, children, come on

All God's children got to dance and sing

Come on, children, come on

All God's children got to sing and shout

Come on, children, come on

There ain't nobody 'round bound to kick you out

Come on, children, come on

One of these days we'll all be there

Come on, children, come on

Seeing those wheels way up in the air

Come on, children, come on

Come on everybody, what's it worth?

Come on, children, come on

To make the heaven out of this earth

Come on, children, come on

Come on, children, all come home

Jesus going to make you well

Come on, people, now it's time to go

Go to where a man can dwell

Moses going to make you well

Daniel going to make you well

Noah going to make you well

Jesus going to make you well

Gonna make you well