In 1965, Curtis Mayfield released a recording of a song you’d swear was a 19th-century spiritual. But he’d written it that year.
There are a lot of covers of this, naturally. Rod Stewart recruited some kind named Jeff Beck to do this one dripping with sweet, sweet guitar:
Finally this one, which I include reluctantly. Under normal circumstances, these guys could sing me a diner menu and I would listen raptly. But I think they tried to force themselves into a more R&B or pop style for this track. The net result is quite strangely bloodless.