Go There - Kelly Joe Phelps

I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out

Raising hands and hoping

Singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by

I want to go there when I die

Eyes open wide like a little boy I wonder

I could hear them shout, I could hear them rumble

Pass the plate and raise the spirits high

I want to go there when I die

Will I read the bible I wear out my knees my keens

And sing 'till my heart goes weary

Surely will he hear me, poor sinner

I want to go there when I die

Well don’t you follow me, no, I’ll be followed by

Every step I take leads me two behind

Harder suffering be my only way to fly

I want to go there when I die