Gospel Singin’ Man

Every day over by the store
There's an old guitar player
Playing music by the score
He's singing about Jesus
And praising the Lord
Telling stories about the old days
Back when he was in the war

Not a day passed by
That I don't hear him play
I listen to the words
And the things they have to say
Especially the one
Of God's gifts to every man
And how his sight's been taken away
But he's still got his hands

'Cause he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man
With a guitar pick and a Bible in his hand
Well, he's crossed the devil's door many times bеfore
And this is God's way of evening thе score
He's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man

He ain't got a nickel
Or a dime to his name
He don't care about fortune
Or having no fame
If you're ever feeling down
Or getting kinda bored
You oughta hear him sing
Standing on the promises of the lord

'Cause he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man
With a guitar pick and a Bible in his hand
Well, he's crossed the devil's door many times before
And this is God's way of evening the score
He's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man

'Cause he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man
With a guitar pick and a Bible in his hand
Well, he's crossed the devil's door many times before
And this is God's way of evening the score
He's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man
Well, he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man
Well, he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man