I'm a poor pilgrim of sorrow
Thrown into this wild world alone
No hope have I for tomorrow
I decided to make Heaven my home
Sometimes I'm thrown and driven
Sometimes I don't know where to run
I've heard of a city called Heaven
I've decided to try to make it my home
In a city called Heaven
I decided to make it mine
My mother's already in glory but
My father's still walking in sin
My brothers and sisters walk about me
The truth is sinking in
I've been good, I've been wicked, boy
Teach me to forget all that I know
I've heard of a city called Heaven
And that's where the hell I'm gonna go
In a city called Heaven
I decided to make it mine