Verse:
Grand daddy was a preacher
Bathed in the blood of the lamb
Taught me bout working
And living the life of a man.
He swore when it hurt him
Loved when it suit him
And left without saying goodbye…
Had the heart of a poet
But he didn’t know it
Never quite learned how to cry….

At 16 he ran around,
Didn’t know right from wrong
Moonshine and blackjack.
Money and women and song.
He lived like an outlaw
Drank like old man
And talked like a boy on the run…
He was raised in Indiana
And found love in Alabama
Met Jesus in the land of the sun…

Chorus:

And Jesus was always on
The tip of his righteous tongue
The sword of the word was his gun
And he never left anyone
Outlaws or lucky ones
Lonely, hurt or undone.
He’d lift up the livin’
And lay down the dyin’
And meet you right there where you were…
He’d Thank God for Jesus,
And the love…
of a Birmingham Girl.

I know where they came from…
My wandering feet.
This love of the North Woods, where
The cold and the destitute meet…
He lived like prophet and
He loved like a savior
And he died like he wanted to go…
And Papa you know
That I’m well down below
But today…… well I just miss you so…