Classic Poem

Sound like I can hear this morning
them bells ringing all in my ear
Sound like I can hear this morning, baby
them bells ringing all in my ear
Yes I know I'm gonna leave on a chariot
Wonder what kind gonna carry me from here

You know every living creeper
man, was born to die
Yeah you know every living creeper
was, lord, was born to die
Yeah, but when that chariot come for you
They gonna break, run, and try to hide

Yeah, you know my mama told me
my papa told me too
She: someday, son, you know that chariot's
coming after you
I been wondering
what kinda chariot
Oh
gonna take me away from here
Yes, you know this life I'm living I been living
Oh lord, for a great many years