How Long - C.W. Stoneking

My friends

How do you do?

Want you listen here a minute while I sing my blues

Nineteen hundred, seventy four

A river o' blood laid me out upon this shore

I don’t know, why I’m here

Born with a crack o' thunder ringin' in my ears

My heart started to jump an' I began to shout

Stuck here wonderin' what it all about.

How long (how long)

Well, well

How long (how long)

To that, home (how long)

Oooh

Tell me how long that road

All thing unknown where I must tread

All thing, but the certainty that is my dread

Many say it ain' no Heavenly home nowhere

Up above our heads it just a hole in the air

I looked to the East, looked to the West

A heart beat sorrowful through my breast

Child cryin' «Daddy, what’s wrong with you?»

Can’t be satisfied matter what I do

How long (how long)

Well, well

How long (how long)

To that, home (how long)

Oooh

Tell me how long that road

Yeah!

Though trouble have dogged an' driven me crawlin'

I cleave, I cling, one old, un-dyin' soul

Lord know I’m holdin' strong as I can hold

I’m goin' right to that home

How long my friend, I travail

A lion’s den, a belly of a whale

How long a pilgrim, in this land

Death, sin, and the politic' o' man

How long (how long)

Well, well

How long (how long)

To that, home (how long)

Oooh

Tell me how long that road