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