The Gospel According To Luke

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He was an old hand at living and making his way
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He smelled like old whiskey and he needed a shave
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His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
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If you had a minute or an hour or two
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He'd tell you the Gospel according to Luke

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Luke carried his Bible in a crown royal bag
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He wiped off his brow with an old dirty rag
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He'd tell you straight out just the way he believed
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Faith in the good Lord was all that ya need
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I remember the morning he first preached to me

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He said give to your brother if he is in need
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Offer up thanks for the gifts you receive
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There's treasure in heaven for the generous few
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That was the gospel according to Luke

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So I bought him breakfast at the Daylight Cafe
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Biscuits and gravy hot coffee and eggs
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He was hungry and ragged hadn't eaten in days
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But I was the one there who felt out of place
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When he folded his hands bowed his head and said grace

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A week ago Wednesday I saw him again
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Downtown at the mission surrounded by friends
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Handing out all the change he'd collected that week
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Saying you boys might need this a lot more than me
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I try hard to practice the words that I preach

Repeat #3

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He was an old hand at living and making his way
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He smelled like old whiskey and he needed a shave
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His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
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If you had a minute or an hour or two
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He'd tell you the Gospel according to Luke