Slobberbone - Trust Jesus lyrics

Traveling salesman, the road was his love as he Carved a path through all the struggle and the strife of this Great big nation falling to its knees Oh lord, please Give us the strength The World Book was his trade but paint was his tool A Chrystler his engine but the Good Book his fuel Concrete his canvas, his message was simple And at the start of everyday he would pray: Lord, I'm only just one man Lord, I've only got two hands Lord, I'll do the best I can San Diego to Boston and all points between From Brownsville, Texas up to Canada in the spring From the Great Smoky Mountains to the Bitteroot Range It's all the same Some'd say he's a messenger and some would say a sage Some would say a vandal but I guess it's hard to guage Travel any highway in this land and you can probably catch his track But you won't ever catch him in the act Lord, I'm only just one man Lord, I've only got two hands Lord, I'll do the best I can Now one day this world is gonna curl up and burst It's gonna choke on it's own tongue and die of it's own thirst Until that day comes our roads will always be long But he's left signposts to guide us along On overpa** columns from Mexico to Maine The color may vary but the message doesn't change He knows he's not judged by his works, he does it just the same And at the start of every day he would pray: Lord, I'm only just one man Lord, I've only got two hands Lord, I'll do the best I can Lord, help me help them to understand