lifeblood: songs: lyrics: the gig that matters


i'm practicing
for the gig that matters
in the sky
in the sky
i'm singing
for all my friends to gather
when they fly
when they fly
gonna say hey st. peter
listen to my song here
i been writing
all my life
i know you've heard
every golden-throated angel
but i heard redemption
it knows no bounds

too may days
i lived a life of leisure
while folks were starved
for food and rest
and it's true
i drank from the cup of the righteous
while the devil's song
played in my head
but my redeemers
they have been many
i can't help but
change my tune
so i'm practicing
for the gig that matters
so i can sing
this world of truth

every drunk
that i played for
kept me right
(oh it) kept me right
every wayward preacher
and aimless soldier
kept me in line
kept me in line
yeah this is a song for
all the sinners
who never knowed they
made the difference
and the working saints
abandoned in the trenches
the lamb of god
lost in the woods

yeah i'm practicing
for the gig that matters
i want to see
my savior's face
when st. peter
says sing your song child
and i'll let you though
these pearly gates
gonna say hey lordy
i'm here to bear some witness
no disrespect but
just in case you missed it
there's some long haul suffering
broken folks that need mending
and they ain't
seen your help yet
there's some long haul suffering
broken folks that need mending
and they ain't
seen your help yet

words and music by amy ray


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