Justin Rutledge Good Man
Stop and rest a while as the morning light arrives
You can sleep in late on the bed where the dreamer dives
Where the fire's low and the street doesn't make a sound
Stop and rest a while 'cause they can't keep a good man down
They can't keep a good man down
So you lost a year but you won't say where you been
Did you fill your days with the wrong kind of medicine?
Did you wave goodbye to the side streets of your hometown?
You can lose a year but it can't keep a good man down
It can't keep a good man down
Tell me one night what your life was likе, what your life was like
Tell mе one night what your life was like, what your life was like, what your life was
And you worked there among the men who were lost among the shape they're in
And your mind soon became a forest of faceless things
In the din of a city dark, you were robbed in a downtown park
While the bells of St. Joan of Arc began to ring
So your father ruled with a fist and a bible black
And your mother would watch you bleed as she turned her back
But a photograph and a face turned your life around
They can beat you blind but they can't keep a good man down
Tell me one night what your life was like, what your life was like
Tell me one night what your life was like, what your life was like, what your life was like
