Willie Nelson I Am A Pilgrim lyrics

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, good Lordy, well, it's not made by hand

And 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 Lordy, over on that distant shore

And I go down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my weary soul
If I could touch just the hem of his garment, good Lord
Then I believe, good Lordy, I believe it would take me home


Now when I am dead and in my coffin
And all my friends all gather 'round
And they can say that, "He's just laying there sleeping
Sweet peace, Lordy, sweet peace his soul has found"

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, good Lordy, well, it's not made by hand