Lord I'm poor pilgrim of sorrow,
down on this world, I'm all alone.
I have no hope for tomorrow
and I have no place that I can go.
Sometimes, sometimes, I'm so lonely.
Sometimes I don't know what to do.
I look around to friends for consolation
and I find that they have troubles too.
And I got sisters and brothers, they don't like me
because I'm away from sin.
And I got good friends, my best friends,
they turn against me,
because I'm tryin so hard to win...
Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
Come on Jesus, Oh Lord!
Sometimes! I'm gone, tossed and long and driven!
'til I decided that I was wrong.
That's when I heard of a city called Glory.
And I try to make that city my home.
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