Author Note:

Wrote this listening to Hank's Luke The Drifter Songs

Got a day dream making money Living higher than I can ever fly Take the window seat to heaven In the love Lord hear her cry Music from the fountain of a new and burning life Pick the child from the water Lift her high to the sky Dreams of future living in the child Lord in his eyes Work of the Father saying through the Holy Ghost Sees the pride of all the lost Hear me on the way To heaven Riding high Lord Riding high Talk about the many Whose paths that I have crossed See the wonder of tomorrow In the shadow of my cross Angels sing in the choir Of a church upon a hill Feel the magic and wonder In their heavenly voices Lord, I can hear them still The entire world Sings His honor Quietly accepts His will We are the sad His answer of the time to Him we kill Take my fingers place them in the holes Take by trembling body Please Lord take my soul We are drifters in the water We are marching in the band We are His children just looking For the last of the Promised Land Don't you know me I am sinner A lost a wayward man Lamb on His shoulder Shepard understands