A Place To Hang My Hat - H

I can see it in your eyes

I can tell you think that I’m

Just some troubled soul who’s lost

Out all alone

But I know each step I take

Brings me closer to the day

I’ll be walking on them shining

Streets of gold

Cause I’m just passing through

Wearing worn out gloves and shoes

But it matters not just what a man has on

This old flesh and blood of mine

Is will on borrowed time

It’s just a place to hang my hat

Til' I go home

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 all right

Cause I’m just passing through

Wearing worn out gloves and shoes

But it matters not just what a man has on

This old flesh and blood of mine

Is will 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