I Carry Egypt On My Back
I Carry EgYpt On My Back
The stuff is just junk most of the things that I find.
I keep it all in as I bend into the wind as I walk.
I have a large back pack and a small shoulder bag.
I place the things from my scroungeing some up and some down.
I do not look back as I continue my walk.
It remains in my keeping my holdings as the clown carries them.
I call it my gather like the Hebrews they did.
The manna from the wilderness is what they did eat.
I carry EGYPT in my backpack,I carry it all on my back.
The price is my freedom,the cost is the Cross.
The places I go and the people I see.
The shampoo and the bus schedule and my sizzors is there too.
I have the whole house on my back.
I can carry EGYPT on my back.
I have no lack of bread in my house.
There is no room for the mouse.
I carry EGYPT on my back.
I walk.
I am heavy.
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