De Glory Road
Composer(s): Clement Wood - Jacques Wolfe
Performer(s): Tony Bennett; Frankie Laine; Lawrence Tibbett



O de Glory Road! O de Glory Road!
I'm gwine ter drap mah load upon de Glory Road!
I lay on mah bed untell one erclock
An' de Lawd come callin' all his faithful flock
An' He call "Whoo-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I knowed dat de Sabior wuz ercallin' me
An' He call "Who-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I cry "Massa Jesus, is you callin' me?"
An' He call "Who-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I riz up f'um mah pallet an' I cry, "Hyahs me!"
De Lawd sez, "Brother, ain' I call yer thrice
Ter ride erlong behin' me up ter Paradise
On de Glory Road! Glory Road! Glory Road!"
An' I clime up ter de saddle an' I jined de load!
De hawse he wuz longer dan a thousan' mile
His tail went lashin', an' his hoofs wuz wil'
His mane wuz flamin' an' his eyes wuz moons
An' his mouth kep's singin' Hallaluya tunes!
De Lawd sez, "Brother, why'n cher look erroun'?"
An' dar we wuz flyin' over risin' groun'
Powerful hills, an' mountains too
An' de earth an' de people wuz drapt f'um view
An' I hyahd all roun' me how de sperits sang
An' de Lawd sang louder dan de whole she-bang!
De Lawd sez, "Brother, why'n cher look ergin'?"
An' dar wuz de Debbil, on de back av Sin
A-bangin' on de critter wid his whip an' goad
An' boun' he gwine ter kotch us on de Glory Road!
O Lawdy, it's de Debbil, comin' straight f'um Hell!
I kin tell him, by his roarin', an' de brimstone smell!
But de Lawd sez, "Brother, he ain' kotch us yit!"
An' He lashed an' He hustled an He loosed de bit
Den de Debbil crep' closuh an' I hyahd him yell
"I'm gwine ter kotch a niggah, fur ter roas' in Hell!"
An' I cried, "Lawd, sabe me!" An' de Lawd cry, "Sho!"
An' hyah it wuz Hebben an' we shet de do!
O Glory, Glory, how de angels sang!
O Glory, Glory, how de rafters rang!
An' Moses, 'n' Aaron, an' Methusalum
Dey shout an' dey holler an' dey beat de drum
King Solomon kissed me an' his thousan' wives
Jes' like dey'd knowned me, durin' all dey lives!
An de Lawd sez, "Brother, take a gran'stan' seat
But I specks youse hongry; have a bite ter eat?"
An' de ravens fed me, an' Elijah prayed
An' de Sabed Ones gathered, while de organ played
An' dey cry, "O sinnah, come an' lose yuh load
On de Glory Road, on de Glory Road"
Sez de Lawd, "No, sinnah, you mus' trabble back
Ter he'p po' niggahs up de Glory Track
Ter he'p old mo'ners, an de scoffin' coons
By shoutin' loud Hallelujah tunes"
O come, ma breddren, won't yuh drap yuh load
An' ride ter Hebben up de Glory Road
Glory Road, Glory Road, Glory Road!