This ole house once knew my children, this ole house once knew my wife;
This ole house was home and comfort as we fought the storms of life.
This old house once rang with laughter, this old house heard many shouts;
Now she trembles in the darkness when the lightnin' walks about.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer,
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more;
Ain't got time to fix the shingles, ain't got time to fix the floor,
Ain't got time to oil the hinges nor to mend the window pane;
Ain't gonna need this house no longer -
I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.
This ole house is a-gettin' shaky, this ole house is a-gettin' old;
This ole house lets in the rain, this ole house lets in the cold.
Oh, my knees are a-gettin' shaky, but I feel no fear nor pain,
'Cause I see an angel peekin' through a broken windowpane.
This ole house is afraid of thunder, this ole house is afraid of storms;
This ole house just groans and trembles when the night wind flings its arms.
This ole house is gettin' feeble, this old house is needin' paint;
Just like me it's tuckered out, but I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.
My ol' hound dog lies a-sleepin' - he don't know I'm gonna leave,
Else he'd wake up by the fireplace and he'd sit there and howl and grieve.
But my huntin' days are over; ain't gonna hunt the coon no more;
Gabriel done brought in my chariot when the wind blew down the door.