Mickey Gilley - This World Is Not My Home

This world is not my home, I'm just passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Oh Lord, you know, I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world amymore.

They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know
My saviors pardoned me and now I on the go
I know He'll take me through I am weak and poor
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Oh Lord, you know, I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world amymore.

Or right.
--- Instrumental ---

Just up in gloryland we'll know eternity
The saints on every hand are shouting victory
The song of praise is back from heavens door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Oh Lord, you know, I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home, oh Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me to heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world amymore.

And I can't feel at home in this world amymore...