There are no gospel singers
Anymore
On the corners
They held down for Jesus
Valets park cars
At restaurants for fancy people
On expense accts or dates
So many times
People come up to me
And say, Billy
Hey wait a minute
You not Billy!
You can see the new ballpark
Just past the Courthouse
But which way is redemption?
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