Lyrics

The Whittler

Hey old man
What kinds of stories do you have
for me today
Hey old man
Are you to sit there on that park bench
and whittle your days away
Hey old man
You sit there on the banks
of the river shore
And you reflect on tides that drift on by
that never will no more

Hey old man
Recallin' masterworks carved
from driftwood timber
That were made by two old hands that time
somehow had left limber
And secrets shared and bible stories told
Kingdom secrets revealed to me
You said that sin was lost
upon the cross
and only Jesus sets men free

Hey old
Today I sat this park bench all alone
'Cause I know old man
That someone said that you had
gone Home
And I know old man
You said only Jesus has a way
of makin' people free
And now I pray as I sit here
on this park bench
There's a Mansion waitin' for me

Hey old man
Hey old man
Hey old man
Hey old man

Written, Arranged and Produced
by
David Chenault

Personnel:
David Chenault - vocals, percussion, and guitars
Dow Tomlin - bass guitar
Wayne Killus - drums

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