The Gig That Matters-Amy Ray
I'm practicing for the gig that matters
In the sky, in the sky
I'm singing for all my friends to gather
When they fly, when they fly
Gonna say hey St. Peter, listen to my song here
I been writing all my life
And I know you've heard every golden-throated angel
But I hear redemption, it knows no bounds
Too many days I lived a life of leisure
While folks were starved for food and rest
And it's true, I drank from the cup of the righteous
While the Devil's song played in my head
But my redeemers, they have been many
And I can't help but change my tune
So I'm practicing for the gig that matters
So I can sing this world of truth
Every drunk that I played for
Keeps me right, keeps me right
Every wayward preacher and aimless soldier
Keeps me in line, keeps me in line
This is a song for all the sinners
Who never know they make a difference
And the working saints abandoned in the trenches
The lamb of God lost in the wood
I'm practicing for the gig that matters
I want to see my savior's face
When St. Peter says sing your songs, child
And I'll let you through these pearly gates
Gonna say, hey Lordy, I'm here to bear some witness
No disrespect but just in case you missed it
There's some long haul suffering broken folks that need mending
And they ain't seen your help yet
There's some long haul suffering broken folks that need mending
And they ain't seen your help yet
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