| He climbed down off that old John Deere wiping sweat and I was wiping tears
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| He saw me coming across them cotton rows
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| He was seventy-eight and I was twenty-one
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| Feeling guilty for who I’d become, and
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| Then the toughest man I knew pulled me close
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| He said son no matter what you’ve done, you gotta know
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| It ain’t that you fall but that you get back up
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| Life’s more about faith, that it is about luck
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| Man makes a living by the work he does
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| But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was
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| My boots have walked that road so son remember
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| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future
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| See I never knew the cane he raised he was a man of God a man of faith
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| He said, Let me tell you bout the way I used to be
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| I run from the law and I’d run shy
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| I’ve had some bar-room brawls and a shotgun bride
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| Till one night in a tent revival I hit my knees
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| It ain’t that you fall but that you get back up
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| Life’s more about faith, that it is about luck
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| Man makes a living by the work he does
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| But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was
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| My boots have walked that road so son remember
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| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future
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| In the pages of the Good book you can read about liars
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| Losers cheats and thieves
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| Who were changed so there’s hope for you and me
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| It ain’t that you fall but that you get back up
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| Life’s more about faith, that it is about luck
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| Man makes a living by the work he does
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| But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was
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| My boots have walked that road so son remember
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| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future
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| Every sinner has a future |