When I Cross Over

I don’t want to talk to nobody.
Don’t want to make no plans.
I’m so tired of this party.
I’ve had all my laughs.

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I’ll send you something when I cross over,
Something when I cross over.
I’ll send you something when I cross over,
When I’m where I’m going.

I get in a good mood just thinking ‘bout it,
All of those streets I’ve never seen.
Nobody asking me for nothing.
Nobody angry with me.

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Not even gonna take my Pontiac.
What do I need it for?
Not gonna run away from nothing.
I won’t be tangled up no more.

I’ll send you something when I cross over,
Something when I cross over.
I’ll send you something when I cross over.

Seems like a woman in the morning oughta have nothing to worry about.
Sit down and have a cup of coffee, hum a little while, think out loud.

I’m not gonna hang up any pictures.
No numbers taped to the wall.
Suitcase gonna get a little lighter,
I’m gonna unpack all alone.

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