I knew of a man   Who knew life from death   It was in a book that I had read   He was hung to death   Reluctant and   To his grave they dare not go      I've been walking on this road   This road, this road   Waiting for his hands to wash my own   My own, my own   Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe   His robe, his robe   To the promised land I will sure forever go      There's a child of mine   Laying sick in bed   He was caught with a wound that could not mend   I called on the Lord to come down and restore   But my cries weren't heard from the Lord      I've been walking on this road   This road, this road   Waiting for his hands to wash my own   My own, my own   Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe   His robe, his robe   To the promised land I will sure forever go      One thing is for sure   When the child is dead   There will be no tears on my own eyes   They'll just turn their heads   And ignore the dead   Civil fools, way to be so cold      I've been walking on this road   This road, this road   Waiting for his hands to wash my own   My own, my own   Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe   His robe, his robe   To the promised land I will sure forever go      All this time gone by   Thought he had saved   And be good from hearts that were full of rage   Now I know for sure   That he brought the war   Oh, and retribution's near      I've been walking on this road   This road, this road   Waiting for his hands to wash my own   My own, my own   Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe   His robe, his robe   To the promised land I will sure forever go