Carry Me Home

from by Rob Jungklas

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Carry Me Home


I look over Jordan and what do I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

My angels ain’t got halos, my angels ain’t got wings
They got on too much black mascara, they’re wearing phony diamond rings
But they love me like water, they love me like air
And even when they’re gone, they’re there

Ain’t no sound of trumpets, ain’t no wall of fire
Just a man with a Telecaster behind some chicken wire
There was this girl from Atlanta with a bruise on her thigh
And we both just know when she looked me in the eye

When I call out to my angels in my hour of need
Saying sister, I suffer
Brother, I bleed
I don’t want no holy ghost to answer, I want flesh and blood
And every face I see is a face I love

There ain’t no heaven up there in the clouds above
Heaven’s right here in the arms of the ones you love

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

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from Blackbirds, released February 5, 2017

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Rob Jungklas Memphis, Tennessee

It seems that Jung Klas a man of extremes who have emotions and soul torments rush through blood and nerves as music. Sometimes he sounds like a lost soul or like a wounded animal that wants to shake his skin. Away from him

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