Lord, I'm Coming Home - King Dude

There’s ain’t no sense in lyin'

I know that I’m dyin' my friend.

My body is leavin'

I know death is reeling me in

I can see all your faces

And feel your good graces within.

My spirit is soarin'

Although my old body won’t mend.

Tattered up pages

And the wisdom of sages won’t help.

There ain’t a cure

for a place so impure I don’t doubt.

I’m sorry to leave you

But know that old death ain’t the end

I will see you in the Kingdom of Light

When our souls meet again.

Chorus: x2

O, Lord x3

I’m coming home to you Lord.

Hold my old hand

And I’ll kiss you like when we were young.

My spirits alive

I ain’t leavin' til my song is sung.

I can hear that old devil

Lickin' at the air with his tongue.

My Lord will cut him in half

As I hang from the rungs.

We’ve been on a path

That has left us with laughter and cheer.

I wouldn’t trade nothin'

For what we have done in our years.

So call off the dogs

Let?

And tell 'em I’m here

Cause my spirit is yours

And I’ll love you forever my dear.

Chorus: x2