There's an old tear stained, worn King James Bible on my lap I can hear mama now say it won't let you down And it never has So I turn to the Psalms straight to the one That I can quote by heart But the words that used to comfort me are tearing me apart
He leaded me through death's dark valley And by still waters too Surely goodness and his mercy Are gonna pull me through But tonight I've wrestled wit the devil Wrestled with the truth If the lord is my shepherd And I shall not want Why do I still want you
All my friends say this will end You're not the one for me Cause I'm the kind that loves for life And your the kind that leaves So I've been praying and I've been waiting For some kind of peace But you haven't phoned and I'm leaning on Old Psalms twenty-three
Yeah tonight I've wrestled with the devil Wrestled with the truth If the lord is my shepherd And I shall not want Why do I still want you
