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No. 45.
My Way's Cloudy.
Oh! bretheren, my way, my way's cloudy, my way,
Go send them angels down,
Oh! bretheren, my way, my way's cloudy, my way,
Go send them angels down. [Fine.]
1. There's fire in the east and fire in the west,
Send them angels down,
And fire among the Methodist,
O send them angels down. [D. C.]
2. Old Satan's mad, and I am glad,
Send them angels down,
He missed the soul he thought he had,
O send them angels down.
3. I'll tell you now as I told you before,
Send them angels down,
To the promised land I'm bound to go,
O send them angels down.
4. This is the year of Jubilee,
Send them angels down,
The Lord has come and set us free,
O send them angels down.
