Front Seat, Back Seat

I was a 'runnin' from my Master
And I tried out every new thing I could find
But my life turned into one disaster
Without the Lord I almost blew my mind

I was sittin' in the front seat
Tryin' really hard to be the driver
Thinkin' I was makin' real good time
But always windin' up the late arriver
But now I been tryin' out the back seat
And I find it is a very great relief
Now I'm ridin' in the back seat
And I'm leavin' all the drivin' to the Chief

I went barrelin' out full speed ahead
I went a 'runnin' every stop sign that I'd see
Thinkin' I'd give the Lord a shortcut
But I found out He don't need no help from me



Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Girard, Tom Coomes, Thomas W. Coomes
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