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