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Far Side Banks Of Jordan - Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash (with lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Vocals
June Carter Cash
June Carter Cash
Vocals
Jan Howard
Jan Howard
Background Vocals
The Carter Family
The Carter Family
Background Vocals
J. Hensley
J. Hensley
Guitar
Jack Routh
Jack Routh
Guitar
Bob Wootton
Bob Wootton
Electric Guitar
W.S. Holland
W.S. Holland
Drums
Larry McCoy
Larry McCoy
Piano
Marshall Grant
Marshall Grant
Bass
Earl Ball
Earl Ball
Piano
Roy A. Goin
Roy A. Goin
Bass
Mike Leech
Mike Leech
Bass
Farrell Morris
Farrell Morris
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Smith
T. Smith
Composer
Bill Walker
Bill Walker
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Producer
Charlie Bragg
Charlie Bragg
Producer

Lyrics

I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
Still I've got another journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me want to stay
And my one regret is leaving you behind
But if it proves to be His will that I am first to cross
And somehow I've a feeling it will be
When it comes your turn to travel likewise don't feel lost
For I will be the first one that you'll see
And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand
Through this life we've laboured long to earn our meagre fare
It's brought us trembling hands and failing eyes
So I'll just rest there on that shore and turn my eyes away
Until you come then we'll see paradise
And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand
I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand
Written by: T. Smith
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