Sits by the road
Dusty, dry road
Hot hot sun
Not much around
No noise to be found
But harmonica sound
But that boy knows of hurt
That boy, hurt but strong
Knows only one song
Jesus' blood, washes me
Jesus' blood, I am clean
Just breathes
In and out
On that harmonica
Hot hot sun
But that's sweet sound
To Him that's found
Little boy, arms around
But that boy knows of hurt
That boy, hurt but strong
Knows only one song
Jesus' blood, washes me
Jesus' blood, I am clean
Little boy
Cries by the road
Tears dry with dust
Hot hot sun
Doesn't cry for nothing
Cause there is something
There is one thing
He held me when I was beaten
He was beaten too
He holds me now
Though I'm sad and broken
He was too
But that boy knows of hurt
That boy, hurt but strong
Knows only one song
Jesus' blood, washes me
Jesus' blood, I'm clean
Little boy
Stands by the road
Boy is a man,
Far from that road
He has a son
Signs to his little boy
Jesus' blood, washes you
Jesus' blood, you are clean
On my road
Jesus' blood never failed me
Jesus' blood never failed me
Jesus' blood never failed me
by: dRew
written: January 20, 2008
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