This old world, it ain't my home Nice place to visit, but you wouldn't stay A few more risings and settings of the Sun And I would cross my legs and be on my way You can look up to me, baby And I might see you looking down 'Cause there ain't no higher ground There ain't no higher ground Upon the pretty cross 'Course I'm bad Mister everybody tell their testimony Why won't they say anything now? Yeah, Lord Listen, baby, you ain't my friend Even though we float together down this raging flood You could rip your dress and add fuel to the fire But you can't take the smoke out of these dirty lungs Might be Heaven up above us But even if it could be found There ain't no higher ground There ain't no higher ground There ain't no higher ground There ain't no higher ground Upon the pretty cross 'Course I'm bad Mister everybody tell their testimony Why won't they say anything now? Yeah, Lord