Johnny Cash — I Am a Pilgrim

[Verse] I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land And I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not (good Lord, it's not) not made by hand I got a mother, a sister and a brother Who have gone to that sweet home And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord Over on (good Lord, over on) that distant shore As I go down to that river Jordan Just to bathe my weary soul If I could touch but just the hem of His garment, good Lord I believe (good Lord, I believe) that it would make me whole Now when I'm dead, laying in my coffin All of my friends all gather round They can say that he's just laying there sleeping, good Lord Sweet peace (Lord, sweet peace) his soul is found