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

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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…