—Bill Monroe
We go to church on Sunday morning
With mother and dad to hear the Gospel ring
On an old dirt road in a wagon we travel
Those memories they still remain
Chorus:
I'm comin' home, oh Lord I'm comin
For my soul has been set free
All through my life I've been a sinner
But let the gates swing wide for me
Back in the hills of old Kentucky
Where as a boy I was grown
And bluegrass music belongs to America
And praise the Lord, I'm comin'home
All through the years I've sung the Gospel
The Lord has blessed me many ways
I often think back to my childhood
While here on earth I'll sing His praise
Chorus and Verse:
| I | I | I | V |
| I | I | I-V | I |