From The Giant Harmonica Fakebook
Follow Me
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I trav-eled down a lone-ly road,
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And no one seemed to care,
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The bur-den on my wea-ry back
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Had bowed me to de-spair;
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I oft com-plained to Je-sus
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How folks were treating me.
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And then I heard Him
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say so ten-der-ly:
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"My feet were al-so wea-ry
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Up-on the Cal-v'ry road,
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The cross be-came so heav-y,
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I fell be-neath the load,
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Be faith-ful, wea-ry pil-grim,
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The morn-ing I can see
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Just lift your cross
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and fol-low close to Me."