Old folks told me you’re not coming home.   Old folks told me gotta move along.   Like a ripe ol' fruit on a borrowed vine   I hang around, oh, lord, I hang around.      Eve stole the apple from the tree good lord   I know she could be me, I know she could be me      Big brother told me I got something wrong.   Big brother told me sing a different song.   Like a tolling bell in its final hour   I'll make a sound, oh, lord, I'll make one sound.      Another man done gone he sang this song good lord   I know he could be me, I know he could be me      'Round the mountain there's another shore.   'Round the corner there's another door.   Like a bleeding man on his native soil   I'll stand my ground, oh lord, I'll stand my ground.      They nailed him to the cross for no sin good lord'   I know he could be me, I know he could be me      They nailed him to the cross   Another man done gone   Eve stole the apple   from the tree good lord   I know she could be me   I know she could be me   I know she could be me