I'm singing for all my friends to gather
When they fly, when they fly
I've been ridin' all my life
There he goes and throws an angel
While folks were starved for food and rest
I drank from the cup of the righteous
While the devil's song played in my head
But my redeemers have been made
I can't help but change my tune
So I'm practicing for the give that matters
If I can't sing, this world is true
Every drunk that I played for
Kept me right, kept me right
Every wayward preacher, aimless soldier
Kept me in line, kept me in line
Yeah, this is a song for all the sinners
abandoned in the trenches
Lamb of God, lost in the woods
I want to see my Savior's face
When St. Peter says, sing a song, child
And I said, Lordy, I need a best witness
but just in case you missed it
There's some long -haul sufferin'
broken folks who need mendin'
And they ain't seen your help yet
There's some long -hauled, suffering,
broken folks in need, men dead
And they ain't seen your help yet