A Place To Hang My Hat — Randy Travis

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