Half starved I walked into town To rest a bit and then be on my way I saw him wave his hand An old Gospel singing man He said boy it's your lucky day He asked me for my name I said it didn't matter I've got no place to go Come along with me The Lord will set you free Then picking up a banjo he sang I'm on my way The Gospel singing man
With the banjo in his hands Was as happy as a lark in May Now that I am kin To the one that brought us in I'm living in a home to stay I wander through the towns Singing for my supper While he's teaching me to play When the time comes For the Lord to be returning The banjo man will hear me say I'm on my way