O was standing on a dark-road-location
I was separating cotton from woods
I might never realize why didn't salvation choose me
I was separating cotton from... (woods)
The night kept coming and its dark fell over me
But I really don'y mind. One day I'll be set free
(I told myself:)
Heaven's my home
Heaven's the right location
Heaven's my home
And the good Lord the savior of my soul!
I decided to make my bed near to the station
By the sound of the night-time-trains I should sleep
I started to make my prays when then a man came to me
Was I dreaming or not? I can't say...
"I can help you little brother, just sign here"
What is this paper about? What do you want from me?
(So I told that man that:)
Heaven's my home
Heaven's the right location
Heaven's my home
And the good Lord the savior of my soul!
While you were listening to the solos that man've showed me
All the things that I could have by following him
I might never realize why I didn't sign that contrat
In fact there was something about that made me shiver to the bones
Then, in the bottom of the page, I've read the smallest letters
"By signing this contract your soul belongs to me"
(So I told him that:)
Heaven's my home
Heaven's the right location
Heaven's my home
And the good Lord the savior of my soul!
