Land of My Sojourn
Rich Mullins

Psalm 137:1-6/1 Peter 1:17/Joshua 2:1-24

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Gno3 G	      Gno3	        G		  C/G		 Dno3/G
      And the coal trucks come runnin' with their bellies full of coal
	  C/G	       Dno3/G
And their big wheels a-hummin' down
     Gno3          G    Gmaj7
This road that lies open    like the soul of the woman
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Who hid the spies who were lookin' for the land of the milk and the honey
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  And this road she is a woman, she was made from a rib cut from the
C2	       Dadd4		  G2
Sides of these mountains of these   great sleeping Adams who are
G2/B			C2   Dadd4	    C2	        Dadd4
    Lonely even here in paradise, lonely for somebody to kiss them
    C2maj7	       G/B	 Am7
And I'll sing my song, and I'll sing my song
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In the land of my sojourn

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And the lady in the harbor she still holds her torch
	     C2	Dadd4		    G2			 G2/B
Out to those huddled masses who are yearning for freedom that still eludes them
     C2	       Dadd4		 C2	           Dadd4
The immigant's children see their brightest dreams shattered
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  Here on the New Jersey shoreline in the greed and the glitter of those
C2	     Dadd4	     G2		              G2/B
  High-tech casinos, but some   mendicants wander off     into a cathedral
	  C2	    Dadd4		     C2		        Dadd4
And they stoop in the silence and there their  prayers are still whispered
	 C2		  G/B	   Am7
And I'll sing their song, and I'll sing their song
	C2
In the land of my sojourn

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Nobody tells you when you get born here
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How much you'll come to love it
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And how you'll never belong here so I'll
Em2		        Bm7
Call you my country and I'll be lonely for my home
       C2			     	   Am7
And I wish that I could take you there with me

And down the brown brick spine of some dirty blind alley
All those drainpipes were drippin' out the last Sons of Thunder
While off in the distance the smokestacks were belching back this city's best 
answer
And the countryside was pocked with all of those mailpouch posters
Thrown up on the rotting sideboards of these rundown stables
Like the one that Christ was born in when the old world started dying
And the new world started coming on
And I'll sing His song, and I'll sing His song
In the land of my sojourn
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				    In the land of my
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sojourn    and I will sing his song,      in the land of my
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 so    - journ



Words and music by Rich Mullins and Beaker
© 1993 Edward Grant, Inc. (ASCAP) / Kid Brothers of St. Frank Publishing (ASCAP)