river jordan, won't you wake my pharoah
so he can teach my people
to walk the straight and narrow
come lie beside me
in a horse drawn carriage
drug through the thorns
past the morgue, past the parish
oh lord i wanna go
back to the land that i once knew
far past these fields of bloody snow
back to the sand
back to the sand
back home again
f** the news
f** the house of blues
f** my whole career
you don't want me here
let me know
where my love ones go
it's not fair to keep it hid
tell me what i did
take me back
to when the world was black
before the sun was made
a picnic in the shade
oh lord, oh lord, i wanna go
back to the land i once knew
far past these fields of bloody snow
back to the sand
back to the sand
back home again