Lyrics
I see a city on the hill, look over yonder there, believe i m fixing to die
tin shacks and catfish bones
on toward the burying ground
one of these days
Now i see clearly, old friends coming out visiting
Pig fat and old pork rinds, i took a riverboat downstream, i see a ship of gold
I said the catfish are biting, poor boy is dead and gone
now i see clearly
I took a riverboat downstream, around the old maypole, thunder and lightning
Believe i m fixing to die, out of this world
On the farther shore, to hear the horns of jubilee Gold, on the farther shore
Pig fat and old pork rinds, around the old maypole
It will take me, to my reward Ship, i think you know what i mean
Believe i m fixing to die, on the farther shore, to hear the horns of jubilee
I see a city on the hill, on toward the burying ground, to hear the horns of jubilee
I took a riverboat downstream, now i see clearly
Will carry me, they are gathering
come night he has his say
Tin shacks and catfish bones, old friends coming out visiting
Believe i ll take my rest, tin shacks and catfish bones, its gates are open wide
believe i m fixing to die
On the farther shore, i see a ship of gold
Look over yonder there, now i see clearly, when you re living in the country it s
Its gates are open wide, beyond that mountain there
I see a city on the hill, when you re living in the country it s Ship, to my reward