Yeah, I’ve never been to Paris
In the spring or the fall
I’ve never been to India
To the Taj Mahal, oh no, no
I’ve never been to Switzerland, no, no
See the winter games play
But, ooh, I’ve never been to New Orleans on
Carnival or Mardi Gras day, yeah
Never been to London
On a foggy day
But, ooh, I’ve never been
To hear a Ghandala play
If I can only make it to heaven
That will be good enough for me
Because heaven is the place
Where I want to be
I’ve never been to Paris
In the spring or the fall
I’ve never been to India
To the Taj Mahal
I’ve never been to Switzerland, no, no, no
See the winter games play
Ooh, I’ve never been to New Orleans on
Carnival or Mardi Gras day, yeah
I’ve never been to London
On a foggy day
But, ooh, I’ve never been
To hear a Ghandala play, no, no
All I wanna do is make it to heaven
That will be good enough for me
Because heaven is the place
Where I got to be, Lord, Lord, oh yeah, yeah
I’m talkin’ about
Heaven, where the streets are made of gold
Heaven, where a saint can soothe his weary soul
Heaven, I sit down in the crystal seat
Heaven, yeah, ooh
That will, that will, that will
That will, that will, that will
Listen to the Lord talkin’
So that’s why I see you struggle
A long, long, long time
But I see here by your record
You’ve been doing just fine
I see the way you fought the devil on
Ivory hill
Say, listen hear, man, you’re what I call
A good Christian man
Hey, that will be good enough for me
Yeah, that will be good enough for me, ooh, ooh
