The Gospel According To Luke

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He was an old hand at living and 
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making his way
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He smelled like old whiskey and he 
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needed a shave
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His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
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If you had a minute or an hour or 
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two
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He'd tell you the Gospel according
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 to Luke

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Luke carried his Bible in a crown 
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royal bag
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He wiped off his brow with an old
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 dirty rag
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He'd tell you straight out just the 
way he believed
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Faith in the good Lord was all 
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that ya need
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I remember the morning he first 
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preached to me

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He said give to your brother if 
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he is in need
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Offer up thanks for the gifts 
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you receive
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There's treasure in heaven for the 
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generous few
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That was the gospel according to 
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Luke

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So I bought him breakfast at the 
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Daylight Cafe
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Biscuits and gravy hot coffee and 
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eggs
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He was hungry and ragged hadn't 
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eaten in days
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But I was the one there who felt 
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out of place
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When he folded his hands bowed his 
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head and said grace

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A week ago Wednesday I saw him again
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Downtown at the mission 
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surrounded by friends
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Handing out all the change he'd 
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collected that week
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Saying you boys might need this a 
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lot more than me
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I try hard to practice the words 
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that I preach

Repeat #3

He was an old hand at living and 
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making his way
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He smelled like old whiskey and he 
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needed a shave
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His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
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If you had a minute or an hour or 
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two
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He'd tell you the Gospel according
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 to Luke