Crows On the Sidewalk

You pray to a framed white Jesus
Hung on your living room wall
Just wait'n for the angels to come down
And try to make sense of it all
The devil water still holds you captive
While the needle it pins you down
But you're there every Sunday morning
Just hope'n that it counts

But that's life
That's what they say
For a southern man making his way
It's hard to dream
When you're always awake

Crowded like crows on a sidewalk
Heads buried in the filth
And you sat like a cross on the side of the road
That no one visits anymore
It coulda been so much better
If trouble woulda left me alone
Maybe I coulda seen my daughter
Before her momma gone and took her home

But that's life
That's what they say
For a broken man making his way
It's hard to dream
When you're always awake

When the chariot comes to take me
Tell my father he'd done his best
And to my mother she always gave me
The love I never knew I had
My wife I would've said that she saved me
If Jesus hadn't gotten there first
And to my daughters you've been such a blessing
I hope that I've made you proud

That's life
That's what they say
When the good Lord is come'n your way
No need to dream
Honey it's ok