Lyrics:
Everybody knows him as old folks
Like the seasons he comes and he goes
Just as free as a bird and as good as it were
That's why we all love them so.
ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand,
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard
cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
And it's good old
seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
Then God made a man, and man got lonely
He said, "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel
it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all
And as she
machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
Oh, but that ain't natural old man Grayson says
'Cause he's a horse-drawn man until his dying days
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now
some day for a crown
O that old rugged cross
So despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
about the good times
I wish, I could just go back to the days I'm speakin' of
When a friend would meet you and a smile would greet you
What this ol'
the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by
in and helped pull me out
Now the years they rolled by and old Shep he grew old
His eye sight at last it grew dim
Then one day the doctor looked
sickness
You came in to bind but you cannot stay
'cause the people of God we ain't havin' it
It's a good day, even though I cried last Tuesday
And I was out
love that good old country preaching
This old world has gone without it much too long
Yes I love them good old fashioned gathering where all of God's
Where all of God's children came to pray
And oh, how I really miss those old brush arbors
How I wish we had more of these days today
Oh, how I love
old beautiful world
It's the blue-sky days you don't wanna miss
Jukebox dances and girls to kiss
Keeps us all living for nights like this
It's a big
or old their ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uhh
Uh, I’m about to go almonds,
young head bussa, get your helmets
You
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
good to a boy with mud on his feet
And I'm wishing these days I could strip to my soul
And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole
A symbol of our
much to bear, and no one seems to care.
If another day goes creeping by empty and ashamed,
Like an old unwanted memory that no one will claim.
and I've been there
Seen it with my eyes.
You can tell that they're God's people
By the goodness in their lives.
Every day I choose
To walk in their
day, by day, by day (2x) [it's one step out of time]
[Chorus]
As you walk
Day by day
Go to God and pray,
"I'm gonna go Your way"
[I'm
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