Old Folks Told Me You're Not Coming Home.
Old Folks Told Me Gotta Move Along.
Like A Ripe Ol' Fruit On A Borrowed Vine
I Hang Around, Oh, Lord, I Hang Around.

Eve Stole The Apple From The Tree Good Lord
I Know She Could Be Me, I Know She Could Be Me

Big Brother Told Me I Got Something Wrong.
Big Brother Told Me Sing A Different Song.
Like A Tolling Bell In Its Final Hour
I'll Make A Sound, Oh, Lord, I'll Make One Sound.

Another Man Done Gone He Sang This Song Good Lord
I Know He Could Be Me, I Know He Could Be Me

'Round The Mountain There's Another Shore.
'Round The Corner There's Another Door.
Like A Bleeding Man On His Native Soil
I'll Stand My Ground, Oh Lord, I'll Stand My Ground.

They Nailed Him To The Cross For No Sin Good Lord'
I Know He Could Be Me, I Know He Could Be Me

They Nailed Him To The Cross
Another Man Done Gone
Eve Stole The Apple
From The Tree Good Lord
I Know She Could Be Me
I Know She Could Be Me
I Know She Could Be Me