The Old Man is Dead

Now and then an old friend of mine comes down for a while
He asks me how I’ve been doing, where have I been, what’s on my mind
I tell him I’m not drinking or painting this old town red
I gave my life to Jesus, now the old man is dead

This man you see before you may look a lot the same
I still wear the same old clothes, got the same old name
But you’re looking on the outside, If you could see inside instead
You would see the brand new man, for the old man is dead

I used to live such a sinful life, I had no hope inside
I was lost in darkness, I was searching for his light
Then one night in a little church after hearing what the preacher said
I gave my life to Jesus, now the old man is dead

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