Taking Our Trumpets To Jericho

now brother take your golden calf
and leave it by the highway
gonna go down to Georgi
we're gonna do things my way
stopping at the temple got to borrow a little money
take you to Savannah, man, the land of milk and honey

if your mama and your papa ask you
where you’re gonna go
just tell ‘em you’re bringing your trumpet down to Jericho
and the walls, the walls are gonna come down

Pharoah’s army passing through
we’ll sell ‘em beans and whisky
we’ll stay out of Birmingham, that place is just too risky
cross the river Jordan where Confederate flags are flying
tramping down the grapes of wrath
good lord knows we’re trying

down here it’s pretty clear
who’s your friend and who’s your foe
just keep pointing your trumpet towards Jericho
and the walls, the walls are gonna come down

battle hymns and fiddle tunes
and sound of angels crying
harp of David’s down at the thrift shop
ain’t nobody buying
Romans with their swords and torches
used our house for kindling
banjos on our knees like weapons
Caesar will be trembling

slave master’s sleeping in his big house don’t you know
he’s gonna hear our trumpets all the way from Jericho
and the walls, the walls are gonna come down

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