I dont know when Randy met the savior I dont know the how or the when But Ive heard about his radical behavior And the pocket full of crosses that he shared They say he hangs out at biker bars and honky tonks The roughest kind of crowd he dont care And he talks about Jesus in the devils home And leaves a cross in the palm of every lost man there And he buys them out at the bible store Gives them way and buys some more Ohhh behold the man of faith With a mission field in hoes own backyard Never mind the tattoos and the scars Now he dont care if you think hes crazy He just keeps on shooting pool With a pocket full of crosses and good news John the Baptist cried out from the wilderness And far from the marble steps of Rome Randys on a barstool down in Texas With his arm around another road weary soul Telling him that a little cross Will lead him home And he buys them out at the bible store Gives them way and buys some more Ohhh behold the man of faith With a mission field in hoes own backyard Never mind the tattoos and the scars Now he dont care if you think hes crazy He just keeps on shooting pool With a pocket full of crosses and good news
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