Our Singing Country

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	Religious Songs
	I FEEL LIKE MY TIME AIN'T LONG d'. No. 1310. Vera Hall) Livingston, Ala., 1937. See Na, p. 144. We: *re going home, where they ain't no shedding tears, Where you can't hear the hum of sewing machines Making the winding sheets for the dead, It's home, home, Don't have no backbiters, Where liars can't go, Where every day is Sunday and the congregation ain't never dismissed; It's home, Got no high sheriff to ride in it, No defuty to serve warrants.— Many of you got a mother, And ev'y morning she walks out on the battlements of glory. A few more rising suns And the,silver tune'11 be heard in my heart.