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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 those who've gone
of grief and wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to such things, but weak to watch speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
There is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
Fire rages in the streets and swallows it meets
It's an image seen on television
Come leaders, you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
Your many laid to waste
And we aren't listening
There is a train that's to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for redemption day
What do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but the plate on why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No in for the fate of person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
is a train that's to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and woman wait
and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
of grief and wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to such things, but weak to watch speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
There is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
Fire rages in the streets and swallows it meets
It's an image seen on television
Come leaders, you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
Your many laid to waste
And we aren't listening
There is a train that's to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for redemption day
What do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but the plate on why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No in for the fate of person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
is a train that's to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and woman wait
and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
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