C Am Like a stone I'm bound to crumbleC Am Like an oak I was grown to fallF Am But all her ways just make me humbleF Am G She ain't afraid to face it allC Am Like a train I was made to rambleC Am Like an old dog I often strayF Am Though all my days have seen me stumbleF Am I saw the light and I walked her way( G )C There's always been children who dieAm For hungerC There'll always be men who'll kill forAm GreedF But if these things, they ain't yourAm Will, LordF Am You must feel humble just like me( G )C Am There's a town though which I travelC Am And in that town a girl I knowF Am And in that girl a heart of gravelF Am G And in that heart my only home
Heavenly Home
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