Beyond The Clouds - Jim Reeves
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. --- Instrumental --- 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. I know my home's beyond the clouds...
Artist: Jim Reeves
Title: Beyond The Clouds