Texty: Randy Travis. 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 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