The Old Man Is Dead

Now and then an old friend of mine, I've not seen for some time,
Will stop by and ask me where I been, What's on my mind.
They wonder why I'm not drinkin', And still painting this old town red.
I tell them I'm serving Jesus now, And the old man is dead

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And the man you see before you, May look a lot the same,
I may wear the same clothes, And have the same old name.
But you're looking' on the outside, If you could see inside instead,
You would see a brand new man, Cause the old man is dead.

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I used to live such a wicked life, I had no peace inside.
I was lost in darkness, Searching for the light.
Then one night in a little church, After hearin' what the preacher said,
I gave my life to Jesus, And the old man is dead.