Lyrics:
Williams Et

I hope there's a golden age, I pray for my sanity Where we don't have to answer to anyone about anything This is not like the brochure, flying cars and

You're one of God's better people And you don't know That's why you're special And I cry so I can talk like this From my downbeat existence And I know

Around me many are building Homes of beauty and wealth But what of a home in heaven Where will you live after death Are you building a home in heaven

On your journey to the grave, would you stop and try to save? Are you walkin' and a-talkin' with the Lord? Would you lend a helping hand to some poor

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news The seeds of distrust it will sow But unless you've made no mistakes in your life Be careful of stones that you

Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness Ease my troubles

The struggle for life would soon be over A young man on his deathbed lay Here is his head in dying anger And this what I heard him say Take this message

They tell me little darlin' that tomorrow you'll be wed You thought that you would hurt me but you hurt yourself instead I'll always be the same old pal

Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it I can't buy no beer Well I'm standin' on a corner