My Lord was a wayward pilgrim He traveled around from door to door His chiefest occupation Was administering to the poor. They say my Lord had a devil They thought his saints the same I don't expect nothing here But sorrow, grief and pain. (Chorus) My warfare will soon be over My race will soon be run My warfare will soon be over Then I'm going home. God bless them Holiness people And the Presbyterians too And the good ole shouting Methodists And the prayin' Baptists too. And when I get to heaven I want you to be there too And when you hear me say "Amen" I want to hear you say so too