© CLAUDE DIAMOND
He
was bending dead strings on a banged up guitar
Singing
for drinks in an old skid row bar
He
was singing about a man who was lost in misery
I
thought, my God, he knows about me
CHORUS
His words touched
my soul his words gave me hope
My spirits fly
higher on words he spoke
I thought I was too
small for anyone to see
But, my God, he
knows about me
That
night I tried but could not sleep
I
opened Mama’s bible the one she left to me
And
gazed upon words Jesus had said
They
were on those old pages written in red
CHORUS
His words touched
my soul his words gave me hope
My spirits fly
higher on words he spoke
I thought I was too
small for anyone to see
But, my God, he
knows about me
Nowadays
I drive my big shiny car
Down
the mean streets past skid row bars
I
search for the man with a banged up guitar
And
I praise the Lord for healing my scars
CHORUS
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His words touched
my soul his words gave me hope
My spirits fly
higher on words he spoke
I thought I was too
small for anyone to see
But, God knows
about me
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