I was glad, glad that I followed my heart Glad that I followed my soul I was glad, I was glad I was blessed, though my foolishness knew no bounds I kept my feet off the ground I confess, I was blessed And when the good Lord he comes I won't be none, no I won't be none ashamed of who I I won't be none ashamed of who I am In the end my foe was ever my friend I take the blame for my sins In the end, in the end And when the good Lord he comes I won't be none, no I won't be none ashamed of who I I won't be none ashamed of who I am