I’m practicing for the gig that matters In the sky, in the sky I’m singing for all my friends to gather When they fly, when they fly Gonna say hey St. Peter, listen to my song here I been writing all my life I know you’ve heard every golden-throated angel But I heard redemption, it knows no bounds Too many days, I lived a life of leisure While folks were starved for food and rest And it’s true, I drank from the cup of the righteous while the Devil’s song played in my head But my redeemers they have been many And I can’t help but change my tune So I’m practicing for the gig that matters So I can sing this world of truth. Every drunk that I played for Kept me right, kept me right Every wayward preacher and aimless soldier Kept me in line, kept me in line This is a song for all the sinners Who never knowed they made the difference And the working Saints abandoned in the trenches, The Lamb of God lost in the wood I’m practicing for the gig that matters I want to see my savior’s face When St. Peter says sing your song child And I’ll let you through these pearly gates Gonna say hey Lordy I’m here to bear some witness No disrespect but, just in case you missed it There’s some long haul suffering broken folks that need mending And they ain’t seen your help yetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
