Well What Can I Say

Well what can I say

I'm 53 years old as of this day

Once again I've been all around the U.S. of A.

Saw plenty makin' the pay

Decent as they are in the way

So many of a man work hard and play

Yet the forces of dark-ness

Cause me a little more then stress

As I set out for a poor man to bless

I've heard plenty of fuss and fess

For me so many could give a less

America knows it's in a huge mess

I never go love-liss

I give Gods only begotten Son a kiss

Surpass his anger then go on beyond a state of bliss

So many of man diss

My God puts up with all of this

As in my ear another serpent decides to hiss

I thank Jesus for what he did for me

At the cross I gained sight to see

He shed his blood so together forever we will be

Here I am on bended knee

The Good Lord hears my plight... my plea

It may not look like it... I am free