A Place to Hang My Hat

I can see it in your eyes

I can tell you think that I'm

Just some troubled soul

Who's lost and all alone

But I know each step I take

Brings me closer to the day

I'll be walkin' on them

Shinin' streets of gold.



'Cause I'm just passing through

Wearing worn out clothes and shoes

But it matters not just

What a man has on

This ol' flesh and blood of mine

Is willed on borrowed time

It's just a place to hang my hat

'Til I go home.



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Mister, I don't know your name

But I thank you for your change

God bless you son

You must have Jesus in your life

A little help along the way

Never hurts too much these days

Even though I know in his hand

I'll be alright.



'Cause I'm just passing through

Wearing worn out clothes and shoes

But it matters not just

What a man has on

This ol' flesh and blood of mine

Is willed on borrowed time

It's just a place to hang my hat

'Til I go home.



It's just a place to hang my hat

'Til I go home...