Travelin' Shoes

Well Death walked up into my Mama’s door
He said, come on, Mama, aren’t you ready to go?
And my Mama stooped down, buckled up her shoes
And she moved on down by the Jordan stream
And then she shout
Hallelujah!
Done done my duty
Got on my travelin' shoes
Death walked up into my sister’s door…
Death walked up into my neighbor’s door…
Death walked up into my preachers' door…
Death walked up into my front door…