Bjcorbin's Blog

(A Folk Song *)

 

Lord my feet are tired

More walking than I planned

Much further than I thought

So tired of this sand

 

It started out so good

The promise to be free

Marched out like we’d won

But then we had to flee

 

Sure the waters parted

Yeah their chariots sank

Each morning there was food

And from the rock we drank

 

But now it’s all so strange

So hard to feel at home

Worried bout the giants

So endlessly we roam

 

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

I left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

 

We left town with the treasure

Didn’t sneak out in the night

Chasing milk and honey

Weren’t ready for a fight

 

We thought it would be easy

That we would walk right in

That He would lift us up

Not confront us with our sin

 

We saw the smoke and fire

He’s been our rod & staff

But He is kind of scary

Not shiny like our calf

 

Can’t seem to find the comfort

It’s more than I can take

Guess I’m trading in the promise

For venom from the snake

 

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

I left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

 

Didn’t count on all the strife

Guess freedom isn’t free

Tunneling back into prison

It feels like destiny

 

I’m putting on the chains

Cause they couldn’t get to me

But their voice is in my head

And it’s hard not to agree

 

Sure I hate the bondage

And working in the heat

Least I’ll know what’s coming

And they might have some meat

 

Maybe I’m meant to serve

This yoke seems to fit so well

One mans place of comfort

Is another’s place of hell

 

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

I left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

 

* I don’t fancy myself a song writer, but these words came to me in the form of a song.  Some might want to call it a poem, but I would submit that poems and songs are generally very different forms of writing.  Not many songs lyrics function well as a poem, nor could many poems be directly set to music.  If one considers this is a poem, it is probably a bad one; but set to the right music, it could be something to sing along with.  (Bryan Corbin)