J. Varnadeau, R. Partin, P. Rogers
Galatians 3; 4:9; 5:1
There was an old woman who lived in a
shoe
Who told me a tale of a man she once
knew
He walked around town with a rock on his
shoulder
And each day she'd watch him growing
older
All that he knew was the life of his past
He couldn't move forward he kept looking
back
He carried this boulder just like his dad
used to do
He didn't know why, but he thought he
was supposed to
What else could he do?
CHORUS
Why would he go back to the burdens that
he knew before
Why would he go back when he could
walk in joy and freedom
He don't have to believe he was meant for
that
Why, why would he go back?
There's just one place where he'd lay the
stone down
At his friends glass house on the edge of
town
So he'd go visit and he'd be so glad
and rattle on and on about the good time
he had
Telling his friend as he'd head toward the
door
He wished his own life could be this way
more
As he leans down to pick up his stone
Galatians 3; 4:9; 5:1
There was an old woman who lived in a
shoe
Who told me a tale of a man she once
knew
He walked around town with a rock on his
shoulder
And each day she'd watch him growing
older
All that he knew was the life of his past
He couldn't move forward he kept looking
back
He carried this boulder just like his dad
used to do
He didn't know why, but he thought he
was supposed to
What else could he do?
CHORUS
Why would he go back to the burdens that
he knew before
Why would he go back when he could
walk in joy and freedom
He don't have to believe he was meant for
that
Why, why would he go back?
There's just one place where he'd lay the
stone down
At his friends glass house on the edge of
town
So he'd go visit and he'd be so glad
and rattle on and on about the good time
he had
Telling his friend as he'd head toward the
door
He wished his own life could be this way
more
As he leans down to pick up his stone
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