Our Little Old Home Town

In man's fear of isolation what was once a Indian nation
Is crowed now with people like so many grain of sand
Livin' stack upon each other scared to death of one and other
Forgetin' were all brothers, forget God's command

Lookin' out my hotel window forty four floors above the ground
Get me out of this tower of Babel before the good Lord pull's it down
Jesus I can't feel your presence, are you anywhere around?
Did we all go off and leave you in our little old home town?

Lord above how it must hurt you for your children to deserted you
Like a little town in Kansas, how they Arkansas cotton field
The only place I've seen you mention is the sign above the mission
Jesus save but no one listen, all they want is a good hot meal

Getting by the lonely table try to read but I wasn't able
So I turn on the TV and watched the news on channel five
What I saw filled me with pity poverty crime and misery
And this great big Godless city where they're struggling to survive

Lookin' out my hotel window forty four floors above the ground
Get me out of this tower of Babel before the good Lord pull's it down
Jesus I can't feel your presence, are you anywhere around?
Did we all go off and leave you in our little old home town?

Lookin' out my hotel window forty four floors above the ground
Get me out of this tower of Babel before the good Lord pull's it down
Jesus I can't feel your presence, are you anywhere around?
Did we all go off and leave you in our little old home town?

Lookin' out my hotel window forty four floors above the ground
Get me out of this tower of Babel before the good Lord pull's it down
Jesus I can't feel your presence, are you anywhere around?
Did we all go off and leave you in our little old home town?



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Writer(s): Marijohn Wilkin
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