Streets Of Gold

He stands on the street

with a jar at his feet

And his arms streched toward the sky

God's word in his grip

There's a song on his lips

I will not be denied

Winos walking past

See the change in his glass

and the Devil takes control

They commit their sin

For a half pint of gin

to help fight off the cold

They're laugh found joke (?)

Talked is old tattered cold (?)

Sayin preacher pray for me

Satan made us his slaves

Can three whores be saved

Will Jesus set us free

He prays father please forgive them

For they know not what they do

If there's no room in heaven

For these forgotton few

Lord, give this beggers mansion

To these lost wondering souls

And when I get to heaven

I'll sleep on the streets of gold...

He lays down his head on the missions last bed

as they turn out the front porch light

There's a knock at the door

Is there room for one more?

I'm sorry not tonight

But he gives up his place

For the sidewalk on 8th

Where the angels take his soul

To a mansion so fair

Built for many to share

There by those streets of gold

He prays father please forgive them

For they know not what they do

If there's no more room in heaven

For these forgotten few...

Lord, give this beggers mansion

To these lost wondering souls...

And when I get to heaven

I'll sleep on the streets of gold

I'll sleep on the streets of gold...

I'll sleep on the streets of gold...