Rundown Town

October wind, chills his skin, he walks home alone

A tiny house, a loving wife, hands worked to the bone

But he don't mind his humble life in this rundown townTo be a sun, a ray of one, like he's always done

And it's alright to be there where he's always been

To live and light this dark town he's inThe clock strikes old on his achy bones, his final setting sun

And so he rests on in a familiar bed, he smiles to the Lord, his love

And it's alright to be there where he's always been

He lived to light this dark town he's inAnd it's alright to be there where he's always been

He lived to light, that dark town of sin

And so he leaves, and he breathes so full of his crown

A life that was spent in being content in the midst of a rundown town