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Redemption Day
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by Johnny Cash
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I've wept for those who suffer long. But how I weep for who've gone
Into of grief and questioned wrong, but keep on killing
It's in the soul to such things, but weak to watch without speaking
Oh what sadness brings, if God be willing
is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
Watch and wait, for day
in the and everything it meets
It's just an often on television
leaders, come you men of great, let us you pontificate
Your many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but the plate on why we til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate of every person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Into of grief and questioned wrong, but keep on killing
It's in the soul to such things, but weak to watch without speaking
Oh what sadness brings, if God be willing
is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
Watch and wait, for day
in the and everything it meets
It's just an often on television
leaders, come you men of great, let us you pontificate
Your many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but the plate on why we til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate of every person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
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