Song | Every Saint |
Artist | Guy Penrod |
Album | Breathe Deep |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
He climbed down off that old John Deere, wiping sweat and I was wiping tears. | |
He saw me coming across them cotton rows, he was 78 and I was 21, | |
Feeling guilty for who I’d become, and then the toughest man I knew pulled me close. | |
He said, son no matter what you’ve done, you gotta know | |
It ain’t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
Life’s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he’ll leave his mark ‘cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
See, I never knew the cane he raised. He was a man of God, a man of faith. | |
He said, Let me tell you ‘bout the way I used to be, I've run from the law and I’ve run ‘shine. | |
I’ve had some bar room fights and a shotgun bride, | |
‘Till one night in a tent revival I hit my knees | |
And then Jesus got my heart and now I believe | |
It ain’t that you fall, but that you get back up. | |
Life’s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he’ll leave his mark ‘cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
In the pages of the Good book you can read | |
about liars, losers, cheats, and thieves | |
Who were changed, so there’s hope for you and me. | |
It ain’t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
Life’s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
Every sinner has a future. |
He climbed down off that old John Deere, wiping sweat and I was wiping tears. | |
He saw me coming across them cotton rows, he was 78 and I was 21, | |
Feeling guilty for who I' d become, and then the toughest man I knew pulled me close. | |
He said, son no matter what you' ve done, you gotta know | |
It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
See, I never knew the cane he raised. He was a man of God, a man of faith. | |
He said, Let me tell you ' bout the way I used to be, I' ve run from the law and I' ve run ' shine. | |
I' ve had some bar room fights and a shotgun bride, | |
' Till one night in a tent revival I hit my knees | |
And then Jesus got my heart and now I believe | |
It ain' t that you fall, but that you get back up. | |
Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
In the pages of the Good book you can read | |
about liars, losers, cheats, and thieves | |
Who were changed, so there' s hope for you and me. | |
It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he' ll leave his mark cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
Every sinner has a future. |
He climbed down off that old John Deere, wiping sweat and I was wiping tears. | |
He saw me coming across them cotton rows, he was 78 and I was 21, | |
Feeling guilty for who I' d become, and then the toughest man I knew pulled me close. | |
He said, son no matter what you' ve done, you gotta know | |
It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
See, I never knew the cane he raised. He was a man of God, a man of faith. | |
He said, Let me tell you ' bout the way I used to be, I' ve run from the law and I' ve run ' shine. | |
I' ve had some bar room fights and a shotgun bride, | |
' Till one night in a tent revival I hit my knees | |
And then Jesus got my heart and now I believe | |
It ain' t that you fall, but that you get back up. | |
Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
In the pages of the Good book you can read | |
about liars, losers, cheats, and thieves | |
Who were changed, so there' s hope for you and me. | |
It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
But he' ll leave his mark cause of who he was. | |
My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
Every sinner has a future. |