A truck on the highway
was born fully red,
shattered and battered all through.
A crowd gathered round it,
the wounded today,
one dy ing boy there to view.
He was a driver, he said to his friend,
You've heard this message,
my word is to end.
God bless my mother,
she's always a friend,
Always a friend to the end.
Mother, please listen, God holds the line,
Gives me permission this
message to send.
I was not drinking or
tasting the wine,
When I came rounding the bend.
Wounded and weary,
this lad with a heart,
told me the cause of the rape.
Said that the drunkards
who were driving their car,
showed anything but respect.
They had a spotlight,
shined it on him,
causing his sight to be dimmed.
God in his mercy can't blame it on him.
God cannot blame it on him.
When you are driving,
there's others to mind,
Good men and bad men of every kind.
God gave the Bible a straight, narrow way.
He doesn't want us to stray.
Drivers, be careful and follow the rule.
The rule that is golden all through.
Do unto others as you would be done.
Follow the prayer of this Son.
Mother, please listen, God holds the line,
Give me permission this mess is to spend.
I wasn't drinking or
pasting the wine,
When I came rounding the bend.