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Where Could I Go - Ben Harper/The Blind Boys Of Alabama
There's no deals to be made with the dawn
Now I fear that our time has come and gone
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
Oh â won't you tell me
Where could I go to the Lord
Take a prayer with you to heaven for me
Oh â and give it to the Lord
Give it to the Lord
'Cause nothing else could save a sinner
Sinner like me
Oh â but an angel's angel's angel's angel's word
And just an angel's word
Now â oh now â what is â what is too true
What is hard is much too true
Oh â and what's true
Oh â is much too too hard
And now where â where could I go but to the Lord
Mama was hard on us
But we could take it
And papa didn't give a d**n and he couldn't fake it
They say freedom
Oh â freedom is just an other place to hide
Now I'm coming to you with my arms open wide
And tell me where
Could I go â
Oh
To the Lord
