October wind, chills his skinHe walks home
aloneA tiny house, a loving wifehands
worked to the bone ~ But he don't mind his humble
lifeIn this Rundown TownTo be a SunA ray
of OneLike he's always done ~ And it's
alrightTo be there where he's always been
He'll live to lightThis dark town he's in ~
The clock strikes old, on his achy bonesHis
final setting sunAnd so he rests on an
unfamiliar bedAnd smiles to the Lord, his
love ~ And it's alrightTo be there where he's
always beenHe lived to lightThis dark town
of sin ~ And so he leaves, and he breathes
A soul so full of his crownA life that was
spent in being contentIn the midst of a
Rundown Town