Lyrics

Every day over by the store There's an old guitar player Playing music by the score He's singing about Jesus And praising the Lord Telling stories about the old days Back when he was in the war Not a day passed by That I don't hear him play I listen to the words And the things they have to say Especially the one Of God's gifts to every man And how his sight's been taken away But he's still got his hands 'Cause he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man With a guitar pick and a Bible in his hand Well, he's crossed the devil's door many times bеfore And this is God's way of evening thе score He's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man He ain't got a nickel Or a dime to his name He don't care about fortune Or having no fame If you're ever feeling down Or getting kinda bored You oughta hear him sing Standing on the promises of the lord 'Cause he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man With a guitar pick and a Bible in his hand Well, he's crossed the devil's door many times before And this is God's way of evening the score He's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man 'Cause he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man With a guitar pick and a Bible in his hand Well, he's crossed the devil's door many times before And this is God's way of evening the score He's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man Well, he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man Well, he's a flat top pickin', gospel singin' man