(James B. Coats)
Bonnie Haggard & Bobby Wayne

Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptation sore
Where could I go but to the Lord.

Where could I go, oh, where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Where could I go but to the Lord.

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Neighbors are fun I love ‘em everyone
We get along in sweet accord
But when I pass the chilling hand of death
Where could I go to the Lord.

Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the Lord.

Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the Lord.

Where could I go to the Lord.