Wash My Feet in the Waves - Chuck Ragan

Old man are you tired

Will I one day fill those boots

Walk the world over

In search of righteous truth

Old man are you gone

Down to the proving ground

Sir your time is served

Now let me make my rounds

For my cause I’m a walking down for my judgement day

For my land I’m a coming round to pay what you have paid

With my hands I will dig and build and bleed until I lay

Then wash my feet in the waves

It’s high time to carry on And march to my own drum

Kick the dust up son

And wear the soles down some

It’s high time to carry on Horizon on the run

Walk the world over

And know I’m not alone

For my cause I’m a walking down for my judgement day

For my land I’m a coming round to pay what you have paid

With my hands I will dig and build and bleed until I lay

Then wash my feet in the waves

For my cause I’m a walking down for my judgement day

For my land I’m a coming round to pay what you have paid

With my hands I will dig and build and bleed until I lay

Then wash my feet in the waves