Wayfaring Stranger - Trace Adkins
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through
This world of woe
Yet there's no sickness
No toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over to Jordan
I'm only going over home
Yes Lord
I know dark clouds will
Gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous
Fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed
Their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet
Me when I come
I'm only going over to Jordan
I'm only going over to home
Goin' home now
Oh somebody show
Me the way home
