Way Fallen Stranger
Kev Russell – Buttermilk & Rifles
Transcribed by Mike Hiatt
http://www.gourds.org


[Dm]I’m just a way fallen stranger
Traveling [Gm] through this world a[Dm]lone
I am just going over Jordan (down to Beaumont)
I am just [Gm] going over home

I know dark clouds will gather o’re me
But golden stalks grow up around
I am just waiting for my black Jesus
To deliver me my fathers crown

I want to wear a crown of story
When I come home to her soft hand
I am just waiting for my black Jesus
In concert with the blood washed band

[Dm]I’m going there to that juicy city
To meet my sisters on their [A] bikes
All wicked [Dm] thought and danger cast out
The pearl of [Gm] swine and [Dm]sod

Self denial upon which I stand
Savior confused and full of bugs
The precious blood so sweetly pouring
Into this broken home.

[Dm]I’m going there to meet my patron
My aging twin of [A] sacrilege
Whose [Dm] consequences shall not forsake me
Beseeching [Gm] anger and tainted [Dm]lips

Comical and ancient
Lying in its feathered land
I’m just a way fallen stranger
Served and fed by unseen hand

I know I have not accomplished 
Any true task put before me yet
Still night shall loose my bandit and
Make a soft yarn of it

I’m going [Dm] there to meet my brother
To translate my fathers [A] tome [Dm]
I am just going over Jordan
I am just [Gm] going over [Dm] home

I am just going over Jordan
I am just [Gm] going over home [Dm]

(The blood washed band) repeat and fade out

Dm – 557765
Gm – 355333
A - 577655