B. Cowsill
We’ll go two by two, Lord.
Open up the gate.
We know the rules, Lord .
Beg your pardon if we’re late.
We love our brothers now.
What else is there to do?
But to head on down the long road,
Going two by two.
Takin’ my good friend Joshua.
Takin’ my mother and father too.
Cuz when I get to the end of my highway,
You know I want to be with you.
I have cheated my lovers, Lord.
Sinned against many a man.
But I found out my satchel was empty, Lord.
Won’t you fill it up again.
But, I found out my satchel was empty, Lord.
Won’t you fill it up, fill it up again.
Head on down —
