Standard (EADGBE)
3 3 0 3 0 0 2
3 0 3 0 0 1 3
0 0 2 0 0 2 2
2 0 2 0 2 2 0
3 2 0 2 2 0 0
0 0 0 3 0 0 2
Nowhere to live, nowhere to fall
he used to have money, but hes wasted it all.
His face is a photograph burned in my mind,
but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time
He sleeps under stars, thats all he can afford
His blanket's an old coat hes had since the war
He stands on the corner of Carter and Vine
But I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time
He may be a drifter, hes grown old and gray
But what if hes Jesus and I walk away?
I say Im the body and drink of the wine
but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time
Shes twenty-nine but she feels forty-eight
She cant raise three kids on minimum wage
Shes cryin in back of the welfare line
but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time
She may be a stranger tryin to get through the day
but what if its Jesus and i walk away?
I say Im the body and drink of the wine
but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time
This is a call for a change in my heart
I realize that Ive not been doin my part
when I needed a Savior, I found it in Him
He gave to me, now Ill give back to them
Drifter or stranger, Daughter or son
Ill look for Jesus in every one
cause I am the body and drink of the wine
and Im thankful theres more than the twenty-first time