God`s Own Singer Lyrics

God`s Own Singer lyrics

Straight backed chair and a table

Where he sits when he's able

To walk over from bedridden misery



To record from his thoughts

On a worn out table cloth

Where he'd been while

His mind breaks sleeplessly



Though his body's bent with age

You know, he's still out on that stage

Entertaining all his friends

That pause to greet him at the door



Forty nine years out on the road

Many nights he'd saved a soul

Now he sits and waits

To claim his own reward



God's own singer of songs is going home

Though he's poor, he might be

The richest one you know



All his pain will set him free

Wash his soul and cleanse him clean

God's own singer of songs is going home

God's own singer of songs is going home