i’m_free_at_last
i_can’t_help_it
the_first_fall_of_snow
I talked with a stranger, so sad and forlorn
His garments were sackcloth, all tattered and torn
He told me a story, of sorrow and woe
His heart went to heaven, at The First Fall
a_beautiful_home
There's a beautiful home, far over the sea,
There are mansions of bliss, for you and for me,
Oh that beautiful home, so wonderf'ly fair,
That the savior for me, has gone to prep
no_one_to_welcome_me_home
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by joe earls
[e] i went to the old home --- where i [a] once used to [e] roam
And all of my friends --- had [f#] ev'ryone [
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