from
“The Book of American Negro Spirituals”by
J. W. Johnson, J. R. Johnson, 1926
Run,
Mary, run
Run,
Mary, run
Oh,
run, Mary, run
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Fire
in de Eas’ an’ fire in de Wes’
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Boun’
to burn de wilderness
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Jordan
river is a river to cross
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Stretch
yo’ rod an’ come across
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Swing
low, sweet chariot into de Eas’
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Let
God’s children have some peace
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Swing
low, sweet chariot in de Wes
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Let
God’s children have some res’
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Swing
low, sweet chariot in de Norf
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Give
me de gol’ widout de dross
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Swing
low, sweet chariot in de Sou’
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Let
God’s children sing and shout
I
know de udder world is not like dis
If
it was de judgment day
I
know de udder world is not like disEv’ry
sinner would want to pray
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Ol’
trouble it come like a gloomy cloud
I
know de udder world is not like dis
Gadder
thick an’ thunder loud
I
know de udder world is not like dis
