George Jones — Where Could I Go But to the Lord

(James B. Coats) (Where could I go but to the Lord.) Living below in this old sinful world Hardly a comfort can afford Striving alone to face temptation sore Where could I go but to the Lord Where could I go, oh, where could I go Seeking a refuge for my soul Needing a friend to save me in the end Where could I go but to the Lord Life here is grand with friends I love so dear Comfort I get from God's own word Yet when I face the chilling hand of death Where could I go but to the Lord Where could I go where could I go Seeking a refuge for my soul Needing a friend to save me in the end Where could I go but to the Lord...