An old log house and it half-built
A home made bed, just one old quilt
A Holy Bible that ma left to me
Makes me as rich, as rich can be.
My friends have gold, yet they are sad
They own the best that can be had
While I just live from day to day
I know the Lord will make a way.
My corn crib's filled with nothing but cobs
'Cause corn won't grow on these poor knobs
The sun's too hot and the rain won't fall
There's a cloud in the sky but it's too small.
My housetop leaks and I get damp
Here on this earth I'm called a tramp
But I can smile and feel so proud
I know my home's beyond the clouds.
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My old hound dog is growing thin
Like me he only has two friends
I'm sure that if we only knew
He longs for heaven like me and you.
My shoes are thin, my feet get cold
But I trudge on to make my goal
For I can smile and feel so proud
I know my home's beyond the clouds.