| Song | Every Saint |
| Artist | Guy Penrod |
| Album | Breathe Deep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| He climbed down off that old John Deere, wiping sweat and I was wiping tears. | |
| He saw me coming across them cotton rows, he was 78 and I was 21, | |
| Feeling guilty for who I’d become, and then the toughest man I knew pulled me close. | |
| He said, son no matter what you’ve done, you gotta know | |
| It ain’t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
| Life’s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he’ll leave his mark ‘cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| See, I never knew the cane he raised. He was a man of God, a man of faith. | |
| He said, Let me tell you ‘bout the way I used to be, I've run from the law and I’ve run ‘shine. | |
| I’ve had some bar room fights and a shotgun bride, | |
| ‘Till one night in a tent revival I hit my knees | |
| And then Jesus got my heart and now I believe | |
| It ain’t that you fall, but that you get back up. | |
| Life’s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he’ll leave his mark ‘cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| In the pages of the Good book you can read | |
| about liars, losers, cheats, and thieves | |
| Who were changed, so there’s hope for you and me. | |
| It ain’t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
| Life’s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| Every sinner has a future. |
| He climbed down off that old John Deere, wiping sweat and I was wiping tears. | |
| He saw me coming across them cotton rows, he was 78 and I was 21, | |
| Feeling guilty for who I' d become, and then the toughest man I knew pulled me close. | |
| He said, son no matter what you' ve done, you gotta know | |
| It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
| Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| See, I never knew the cane he raised. He was a man of God, a man of faith. | |
| He said, Let me tell you ' bout the way I used to be, I' ve run from the law and I' ve run ' shine. | |
| I' ve had some bar room fights and a shotgun bride, | |
| ' Till one night in a tent revival I hit my knees | |
| And then Jesus got my heart and now I believe | |
| It ain' t that you fall, but that you get back up. | |
| Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| In the pages of the Good book you can read | |
| about liars, losers, cheats, and thieves | |
| Who were changed, so there' s hope for you and me. | |
| It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
| Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he' ll leave his mark cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| Every sinner has a future. |
| He climbed down off that old John Deere, wiping sweat and I was wiping tears. | |
| He saw me coming across them cotton rows, he was 78 and I was 21, | |
| Feeling guilty for who I' d become, and then the toughest man I knew pulled me close. | |
| He said, son no matter what you' ve done, you gotta know | |
| It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
| Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| See, I never knew the cane he raised. He was a man of God, a man of faith. | |
| He said, Let me tell you ' bout the way I used to be, I' ve run from the law and I' ve run ' shine. | |
| I' ve had some bar room fights and a shotgun bride, | |
| ' Till one night in a tent revival I hit my knees | |
| And then Jesus got my heart and now I believe | |
| It ain' t that you fall, but that you get back up. | |
| Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he' ll leave his mark ' cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| In the pages of the Good book you can read | |
| about liars, losers, cheats, and thieves | |
| Who were changed, so there' s hope for you and me. | |
| It ain' t that you fall but that you get back up. | |
| Life' s more about faith, than it is about luck. | |
| Man makes a living by the work he does, | |
| But he' ll leave his mark cause of who he was. | |
| My boots have walked that road, so son remember, | |
| Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. | |
| Every sinner has a future. |