by B. J. Coats
| Intro | F | Bb | F | F | C7 | F | Bb | F |
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| Living below in th | is old sinful w | orld |
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| Hardly a comfort can affor | d |
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| Striving alone to fac | e temptations cal | l |
| C7 | F | Bb | F | |
| Where could I | go to the | Lord T | o the L | ord |
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| Instrumental | Verse |
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| Life here is grand with all the | friends I love so | dear |
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| We get along in sweet ac | cord. |
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| For when I feel that ch | illing hand of f | aith |
| C7 | F | Bb | F | |
| Where could I go but | to the | Lord T | o the L | ord |
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| C7 | F | Bb | F | |
| Where could I go but | to the | Lord T | o the L | ord |