I Don't Want to Get Adjusted

In this world, we have our troubles

Sometimes lonesome, sometimes blue

But the hope of life eternal

Makes all old hopes brand-new

And I don't want to get adjusted (I don't want to get adjusted)

To this world (to this world), to this world (to this world)

I've got a home so much better

And I'm gonna go there sooner or later

I don't wanna get adjusted to this world (to this world)

Lord, I'm growing old and weary

There's no place that feels like home

Jesus come my soul to carry

Oh-oh, where I never more shall roam.

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