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 more room in heaven

For these forgotton few

Lord, give these beggars mansion

To these lost wandering souls

And when I get to heaven

I'll sleep on the streets of gold

He lays down his head on the mission's 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 eighth

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 these beggars mansion

To these lost wandering 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