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Guy Penrod

In the heat of the early morning On a hill they call the Skull The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull All eyes were cast upon the man

When you grow up on blue highways And that's what you call home All the people would stop and stare At this old orphan of the road In the beginning

He came down to my level When I couldn?t get up to His With a strong arm He lifted me up To show me what livin? is He?ll come down to your level if you

If you could see What I once was If u could go with me Back to where I started from Then, I know you would see A miracle of Love that put me in it's

I saw the wayward traveler, in garments tattered clad, And traveling up the Mountain, it seemed that he was sad. His back was laden heavy, his strength

I know a place A wonderful place Where accused and condemned Find mercy and grace Where the wrongs we have done And the wrongs done to us Were nailed

Loving God, loving each other, Making music with my friends; Loving God, loving each other, And the music never ends. They pushed back from the table

I believe in a hill called mount calvary I believe whatever the cost And when time has surrendered And earth is no more I'll still cling to the old

: When you grow up on blue highways And that's what you call home All the people would stop and stare At this old orphan of the road In the beginning