This World Is Not My Home
Hank Thompson · Other Songs - Hank Thompson
(Albert E. Brumley)
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This world is not my home I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
I have a loving mother just up in Gloryland
And I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand
She's waiting now for me in heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord you know...
Just over in Gloryland we'll live eternaly the saints
on every hand are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord you know...
This World Is Not My Home
Hank Thompson's 'This World Is Not My Home' stands as a defining anthem of the 1950s country music revival, capturing the weary spirit of the working class. Recorded with his signature acoustic guitar and harmonica, the track exemplifies the genre's ability to articulate the struggles of rural life and the longing for escape. As a staple of Thompson's discography, the song resonated deeply with audiences seeking authenticity in their music, becoming a cornerstone of the honky-tonk and outlaw country movements. Its enduring popularity reflects the universal themes of displacement and resilience that Thompson masterfully wove into his narrative storytelling, cementing his legacy as one of the most influential figures in country music history.