When I cross over. I will shout and sing. I will know my savior. By the mark where the nails have been. . [Chorus]. By the mark where the nails have been.
Oh the night came undone like a party dress. And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess. The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls. And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girls.
When I cross over. I will shout and sing. I will know my savior. By the mark where the. Nails have been. . [Chorus]. By the mark where the. Nails have been.