Come, brother, come. Lets lift it; Come now, hew it! roll away! Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day But lets not wait for it. God's body's got a soul, Bodies like to roll the soul, Cant blame God if we dont roll, Come, brother, roll, roll! Cotton bales are the fleecy way Weary sinner's bare feet trod, Softly, softly to the throne of God, We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day! Nassur; nassur, Hump. Eoho, eoho, roll away! We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day!" God's body's got a soul, Bodies like to roll the soul, Cant blame God is we dont roll, Come, brother, roll, roll | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE ROSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |