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I am a pilgrim
And a stranger
Traveling through
This worrisome land
And I've got a home in
That yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, good lordy and it's not
Not made by hand
I've got a mother
A sister and a brother
Who have gone
To that sweet home
And I'm determined
To go and see them, good lord
Over on, good lordy over on
That other shore
As I go down to
The River of Jordan
Just to bathe
My weary soul
If I could touch but
Just the hem of his garment, good lord
I believe, good lordy I believe
That it would make me whole
Now when I'm dead
Layin' in my coffin
All of my friends
All gathered round
They can say that he
Just layin' there sleepin', good lord
Sweet peace, good lordy sweet peace
His soul has found
I am a pilgrim
And a stranger
Just traveling through
This worrisome land
But I got a home in
That yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, good lordy and it's not
Not made by hand
Boy that's a good sounding bass
Oh yeah, I play enough of these things
Right?
Yeah
I've got three of 'em that are good basses
The rest of 'em are pretty good
But I've only got three of 'em at home
Do you use bass rental?
Oh no, no, I've never, I've never charged anything for loaning one
You could have a whole thing
Thing about it is I can't let 'em all come home at one time
That's like Harold Bradley is about his guitars
Yeah
If he got 'em all home at one time his wife would divorce him
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