Dad sang this one almost every time he played.  I remember him talking about it on the way to school one morning and pointing out the lousy theology of the song.  It seemed to dad that the tramp implied that he'd be admitted to heaven simply because he was poor and downtrodden on earth.  I never got that from the song.  I just assumed the tramp was saved and looking forward to a better life in heaven.

I've tramped o'er this old world quite lonely.

New pleasures I'd meet as I roam.

I've neither parents nor sweetheart,

Neither wife dog nor a home.

I'm always received by cold shelter,

And I've never had nothing to love.

But I'll get my reward in the future

In that beautiful home up above.

When I'm wearing a crown of glory

Play a harp of a thousand strings.

I'll tune it up, to concert pitch

And I'll play while the angels sing.

With the Son in that heavenly kingdom

And a crown around my head.

Wearing a satin robe whiter than snow,

Don'tcha know I'll be glad when I'm dead.

I've tramped o'er the roads in the country.

I'll eat at a farmhouse nearby,

Two bowls of milk and a doughnut

And a section of an apple pie.

When the sun has gone down in the evening

To the meadow I'd secretly creep.

Beautiful visions come o'er me,

And I'll lie there and dream as I sleep.

When I'm wearing a crown of glory

Play a harp of a thousand strings.

I'll tune it up, to concert pitch

And I'll play while the angels sing.

With the Son in that heavenly kingdom

And a crown around my head.

Wearing a satin robe whiter than snow,

Don'tcha know I'll be glad when I'm dead.

Only one of Dad's songs could make dying sound like a pleasure.  Reminds me of that woman in People Will Talk.