Streets Of Gold

Talked is old tattered cold (?) Sayin preacher pray for me Satan made us his slaves Can three whores be saved Will Jesus set us free He prays father please forgive them For they know not what they do If there's no room in heaven For these forgotton few Lord, give this beggers mansion To these lost wondering souls And when I get to heaven I'll sleep on the streets of gold... He lays down his head on the missions last bed as they turn out the front porch light There's a knock at the door Is there room for one more? I'm sorry not tonight But he gives up his place For the sidewalk on 8th Where the angels take his soul To a mansion so fair Built for many to share There by those streets of gold He prays father please forgive them For they know not what they do If there's no more room in heaven For these forgotten few... Lord, give this beggers mansion To these lost wondering souls... And when I get to heaven I'll sleep on the streets of gold I'll sleep on the streets of gold... I'll sleep on the streets of gold...