Trust Jesus

Traveling salesman, the road was his love as he
 Carved a path through all the struggle and the strife of this
 Great big nation falling to its knees
 Oh lord, please
 Give us the strength
 The World Book was his trade but paint was his tool
 A Chrystler his engine but the Good Book his fuel
 Concrete his canvas, his message was simple
 And at the start of everyday he would pray:
 Lord, I'm only just one man
 Lord, I've only got two hands
 Lord, I'll do the best I can
 San Diego to Boston and all points between
 From Brownsville, Texas up to Canada in the spring
 From the Great Smoky Mountains to the Bitteroot Range
 It's all the same
 Some'd say he's a messenger and some would say a sage
 Some would say a vandal but I guess it's hard to gauge
 Travel any highway in this land and you can probably catch his track
 But you won't ever catch him in the act
 Lord, I'm only just one man
 Lord, I've only got two hands
 Lord, I'll do the best I can
 Now one day this world is gonna curl up and burst
 It's gonna choke on it's own tongue and die of it's own thirst
 Until that day comes our roads will always be long
 But he's left signposts to guide us along
 On overpass columns from Mexico to Maine
 The color may vary but the message doesn't change
 He knows he's not judged by his works, he does it just the same
 And at the start of every day he would pray:
 Lord, I'm only just one man
 Lord, I've only got two hands
 Lord, I'll do the best I can
 Lord, help me help them to understand