Conestoga on the Jordan Road
The devil and Goliah were playing seven-up
All on account of half a dollar;
The devil pulled a Jack from the bottom of the pack
And the people over Jordan heard him holler.
cho: I took off my coat and roll up my sleeve
Jordan am a hard road to trabbel;
I took off my coat and roll up my sleeve
Jordan am a hard road to trabbel I believe.
Oh, I look to the North and I look to tyhe East
An' I see the old Con'stoga comin';
With six gray horses a-drivin' on the lead
To take us to the other side of Jordan.
Teamsters do some cussin' when they sing a song
That's because they got no learnin';
But they're about as honest as the day is long
And they're trabbelin' to the other side of Jordan.
Their wagons are rust and their bodies dust
So let's forget about their sinnin';
Their sould are surely with the saints I trust
For they're all on the other side of Jordan.
From Pennsylvania Songs and Legends, Korson