This world is not my home,
I'm only passing by
The treasures and my hopes,
they all lay upon high
All of my kindred have gone on before And
I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend but you
If heaven's not my home,
Lord, what shall I do?
No one beckons me from heaven's welcome door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Well,
over in Canaan Land,
there'll be no dying there And all the
saints are singing and shouting everywhere
And all of my friends that have gone on before
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Help me!
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend but you
If heaven's not my home, Lord, what shall I do?
No one beckons me from heaven's welcome door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
No, I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Okay, here's what Woody said
As I look around, it's mighty hard to see
This wide and wicked world is a funny place to be
The gambling man is rich and the working man is poor
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend but you
If heaven's not my home, Lord, what shall I do?
No one beckons me from heaven's welcome door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore Oh,
I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Come on, Lord,
you know I have no friend but you
If heaven's not my home, Lord, what shall I do?
No one beckons me from heaven's welcome door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh,
I can't feel at home in this world anymore No,
I can't feel at home in this world anymore
No, no, I
can't feel at
home in this world anymore
Oh,
yeah,
well, I can't feel at home
in this world anymore