The Staple Singers

I was standing by my window,
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw an old hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky

Undertaker, Mr. Undertaker
Will you please, drive your wagon slow
For thie lady, the one you're hauling
Lord, I hate to see here go

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky
In the sky, lord, in the sky

I was standing by my window,
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw an old hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky

Undertaker, Mr. Undertaker
Will you please, drive your wagon slow
For thie lady, the one you're hauling
Lord, I hate to see here go

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky
In the sky, lord, in the sky

This Train Dont carry no Gamblers This Train
This Train Dont carry no Gamblers no High flyers no midnight ramblers
This Train Dont carry no Gamblers This Train

This Train done carring my mother this train
This Train done carring my mother,my mother,my father,my sister,and my brother.
This Train done carring my mother this train

This Train she bound for glory this train
This Train she bound for glory!if you wanna get to Heven well you ought to be holy

this train is leaving in the morning
this train is leaving
great god almighty a new day is dawning

If you disrespect anybody that you run in to
How in the world do you think anybody's s'posed to respect you
If you don't give a heck 'bout the man with the bible in his hand
Just get out the way, and let the gentleman do his thing
You the kind of gentleman that want everything your way
Take the sheet off your face, boy, it's a brand new day

Respect yourself, respect yourself
If you don't respect yourself


Ain't nobody gonna give a good cahoot, na na na na
Respect yourself, respect yourself

If you're walking 'round think'n that the world owes you something cause
You're here you goin' out the world backwards like you did when you
Put your hand on your mouth when you cough, that'll help the solution
Oh, you cuss around women and you don't even know their names and you
Dumb enough to think that'll make you a big ol man

How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream
When memory recalls them now and then
And with what rapture sweet, my weary heart would beat
If I could hear my mother pray again
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If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her, tender voice as then
How happy I would be, ?would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again

Within the old home place, her patient smiling face
Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer
And when she used to sing to her eternal king
It was the songs the angels loved to hear

She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely
And always walked the shining gospel way
So trusting in His love I seek that home above.
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.

Her work on earth is done, the life crown has been won
And she is now at rest with Him above
And some glad morning she I know will welcome me
To that eternal home of peace and love