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Streets Of Gold

๐Ÿ‘ค Tiffany โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Just Me โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:51
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โฑ๏ธ 4:51 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 180827

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

He stands on the street
With a jar at his feet
And his arms streched toward the sky

God's word in his grip
There's a song on his lips
I will not be denied

Winos walking past
See the change in his glass
And the devil takes control

They commit their sin
For a half pint of gin
To help fight off the cold

They're laugh found joke
Talked is old tattered cold
Sayin preacher pray for me

Satan made us his slaves
Can three whores be saved
Will Jesus set us free

He prays father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
If there's no more room in heaven
For these forgotton few

Lord, give this beggers mansion
To these lost wondering souls
And when I get to heaven
I'll sleep on the streets of gold

He lays down his head on the missions last bed
As they turn out the front porch light
There's a knock at the door
Is there room for one more?
I'm sorry not tonight

But he gives up his place
For the sidewalk on 8th
Where the angels take his soul

To a mansion so fair
Built for many to share
There by those streets of gold

He prays father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
If there's no more room in heaven
For these forgotten few

Lord, give this beggers mansion
To these lost wondering souls
And when I get to heaven
I'll sleep on the streets of gold

I'll sleep on the streets of gold
I'll sleep on the streets of gold

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:13.70] He stands on the street
[00:17.91] With a jar at his feet
[00:20.22] And his arms streched toward the sky
[00:28.13] God's word in his grip
[00:30.00] There's a song on his lips
[00:34.19] I will not be denied
[00:41.37] Winos walking past
[00:42.76] See the change in his glass
[00:47.25] And the devil takes control
[00:54.22] They commit their sin
[00:56.37] For a half pint of gin
[00:59.71] To help fight off the cold
[01:07.31]
[01:15.82] They're laugh found joke
[01:17.85] Talked is old tattered cold
[01:22.05] Sayin preacher pray for me
[01:27.71] Satan made us his slaves
[01:31.05] Can three whores be saved
[01:34.29] Will Jesus set us free
[01:41.44] He prays father please forgive them
[01:47.86] For they know not what they do
[01:54.45] If there's no more room in heaven
[02:02.50] For these forgotton few
[02:09.02] Lord, give this beggers mansion
[02:14.87] To these lost wondering souls
[02:21.37] And when I get to heaven
[02:27.96] I'll sleep on the streets of gold
[02:33.01]
[02:42.56] He lays down his head on the missions last bed
[02:48.00] As they turn out the front porch light
[02:54.77] There's a knock at the door
[02:57.63] Is there room for one more?
[03:01.91] I'm sorry not tonight
[03:08.67] But he gives up his place
[03:11.36] For the sidewalk on 8th
[03:15.12] Where the angels take his soul
[03:22.11] To a mansion so fair
[03:24.85] Built for many to share
[03:28.31] There by those streets of gold
[03:35.97] He prays father please forgive them
[03:42.02] For they know not what they do
[03:48.37] If there's no more room in heaven
[03:54.38] For these forgotten few
[04:02.10] Lord, give this beggers mansion
[04:09.78] To these lost wondering souls
[04:15.10] And when I get to heaven
[04:22.04] I'll sleep on the streets of gold
[04:29.61] I'll sleep on the streets of gold
[04:34.81] I'll sleep on the streets of gold
[04:42.78]

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