He was an old hand at livin' and makin' his way
He smelled like old whiskey and he needed a shave
His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
If you had a minute or an hour or two
He'd tell you the Gospel according to Luke
Luke carried his Bible in a crown royal bag
He wiped off his brow with an old dirty rag
He'd tell you straight out just the way he believed
Faith in the good Lord was all that ya need
I remember the mornin' he first preached to me
(chorus)
He said give to your brother is he is in need
Offer up thanks for the gifts you receive
There's treasure in heaven for the generous few
That was the gospel according to Luke
So I bought him breakfast at the Daylight Cafe
Lyrics courtesy Top40db.
Biscuits and gravy, hot coffee, and eggs
He was hungry and ragged, hadn't eaten in days
But I was the one there who felt out of place
When he folded his hands, bowed his head, and said grace
A week ago Wednesday, I saw him again
Downtown at the mission, surrounded by friends
Handin' out all the change he'd collected that week
Sayin' you boys might need this a lot more than me
I try hard to practice the words that I preach
(chorus)
He was an old hand at livin' and makin' his way
He smelled like old whiskey and he needed a shave
His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
If you had a minute or an hour or two
He'd tell you the Gospel according to Luke
He smelled like old whiskey and he needed a shave
His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
If you had a minute or an hour or two
He'd tell you the Gospel according to Luke
Luke carried his Bible in a crown royal bag
He wiped off his brow with an old dirty rag
He'd tell you straight out just the way he believed
Faith in the good Lord was all that ya need
I remember the mornin' he first preached to me
(chorus)
He said give to your brother is he is in need
Offer up thanks for the gifts you receive
There's treasure in heaven for the generous few
That was the gospel according to Luke
So I bought him breakfast at the Daylight Cafe
Lyrics courtesy Top40db.
Biscuits and gravy, hot coffee, and eggs
He was hungry and ragged, hadn't eaten in days
But I was the one there who felt out of place
When he folded his hands, bowed his head, and said grace
A week ago Wednesday, I saw him again
Downtown at the mission, surrounded by friends
Handin' out all the change he'd collected that week
Sayin' you boys might need this a lot more than me
I try hard to practice the words that I preach
(chorus)
He was an old hand at livin' and makin' his way
He smelled like old whiskey and he needed a shave
His home was an alley off 8th Avenue
If you had a minute or an hour or two
He'd tell you the Gospel according to Luke