Where Could I Go

And papa didn't give a damn and couldn't fake it
Oh, won't you tell me where could I go to the Lord?
Now I'm coming to You with my arms open wide
Give it to the Lord
Mama was hard on us but we could take it

Oh, and give it to the Lord
Oh and what's true oh, is much too too hard
And just an Angel's word
They say "Freedom is just a place to hide"
Now I'm, I'm coming to You with my arms, my arms, my arms open wide
'Cause nothing else could save a sinner, sinner like me

And now where, where could I go but to the Lord?

Now, oh now, what is, what is too true, what is hard is much too true
And they say, "Freedom, oh, freedom is just an other place to hide"

Now take a prayer with you to heaven for me
Oh, but an Angel's, Angel's, Angel's, Angel's word