by Rich DuBose
I’m an exile from my homeland,
A vagabond of mercy,
Slowly making my way to the grave.
I'm traveling through the badlands,
Through places of oppression,
To heaven’s heights of glory,
I’m on my way. I’m on my way.
(Chorus)
I’m on my way to hallelujah,
Where goodness fills the air.
Where justice and mercy come to bear.
Where the colors of forgiveness are painted everywhere,
Theres no better place to be than hallelujah. Oh, hallelujah.
I’ve made my reservation,
On a chariot that swings low,
That is coming to take me far away.
I don’t need any movers,
To re-allocate my things
Cause the things I have here will have to stay. They'll have to stay.
(Chorus)
I’m on my way to hallelujah,
Where goodness fills the air.
Where justice and mercy come to bear.
Where the colors of forgiveness are painted everywhere,
Theres no better place to be than hallelujah. Oh hallelujah.
(Guitar interlude)
(Chorus)
I’m on my way to hallelujah,
Where goodness fills the air.
Where justice and mercy come to bear.
Where the colors of forgiveness are painted everywhere,
Theres no better place to be than hallelujah. Oh hallelujah.
(Chorus)
I’m on my way to hallelujah,
Where goodness fills the air.
Where justice and mercy come to bear.
Where the colors of forgiveness are painted everywhere,
Theres no better place to be than hallelujah. Oh hallelujah.
Music and Lyrics by Rich DuBose. All rights reserved 2026. Photo by Umut Izgi, with Pixabay.