On the Road to Jericho

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I left Jerusalem last week for Jericho In the afternoon, the sun was getting low And then the bushes shook, and out they came at me They were robbing me, half-naked, while they beat me head to toe And they left me on the road to Jericho Lying almost slain, and wounded by the road Crying out in pain for a sympathetic soul First a priest, and then another of my kind Well, they were men I could have trusted, but they acted deaf and blind They were strangers on the road to Jericho Oh, Jericho Jericho Oh, Jericho Oh, Jericho Through the blood and tears, I saw a worried face He was from Samaria, my people hate his race He bandaged up my wounds and he laid me on his horse Although my memory is cloudy, I can still feel his friendly flow Such a kind man on the road to Jericho Jericho When I later asked the innkeeper the man's name he did not know Just a neighbor on the road to Jericho Jericho Jericho Oh, oh, oh, oh Jericho No, oh, oh, oh Jericho
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