Good Man - Burlap To Cashmere

He was walking down the highway,

And you saw him straggling along.

And you reached out, opened up your door,

And you gave him a ride to your heavenly home.

God his mother, she won't listen.

And his father hated his old man.

But you listened to his feelings,

And your eyes consistently understand.

Yes, your eyes consistently understand.

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

But he was dancing to the bright lights.

He was dying for someone to love.

Well, you see him with his guitar,

Down the highway, he would walk along

Singin' old songs, singin' Sunday blues.

But his school bells were his only songs

Yes his school bells were his only song.

Through the fire, through the lying sun

Through the smoke and fog,

Through the day that's done.

There was strength there,

There was hope alive,

There were strings of peace from the other side.

There were strings of peace from the other side.

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

But he was dancing to the bright lights.

He was dying for some love.

Don't you see he's falling away

Thank God for the love that you gave

Only love can put out a fire

And only love was calling him higher and higher.

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

But he was dancing to the bright lights.

He was dying for some love

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

He was a good man.

He lived a good life.

But you were right there for the hard times.

You were right there again and again.

Again and again.

Il marchait sur l'autoroute,

Et vous l'avez vu traîner.

Et vous avez tendu la main, ouvert votre porte,

Et tu l'as emmené dans ta maison céleste.

Dieu sa mère, elle n'écoutera pas.

Et son père détestait son vieil homme.

Mais vous avez écouté ses sentiments,

Et vos yeux comprennent toujours.

Oui, vos yeux comprennent toujours.

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

Mais il dansait sur les lumières vives.

Il mourait d'envie que quelqu'un aime.

Eh bien, vous le voyez avec sa guitare,

En bas de l'autoroute, il se promenait

Chanter de vieilles chansons, chanter du blues du dimanche.

Mais ses cloches d'école étaient ses seules chansons

Oui, ses cloches d'école étaient sa seule chanson.

À travers le feu, à travers le soleil couché \u003cbr />
À travers la fumée et le brouillard,

Tout au long de la journée, c'est fait.

Il y avait de la force là-bas,

Il y avait de l'espoir vivant,

Il y avait des cordes de paix de l'autre côté.

Il y avait des cordes de paix de l'autre côté.

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

Mais il dansait sur les lumières vives.

Il mourait d'amour.

Ne vois-tu pas qu'il s'effondre

Remerciez Dieu pour l'amour que vous avez donné \u003cbr />
Seul l'amour peut éteindre un feu

Et seul l'amour l'appelait de plus en plus.

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

Mais il dansait sur les lumières vives.

Il était en train de mourir d'amour

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

C'était un homme bon.

Il a vécu une bonne vie.

Mais vous étiez là pour les moments difficiles.

Vous étiez là encore et encore.

Encore et encore.