| The Man On The Side Of The Road |
| Chris Jones With Tom T.Hall |
| While driving around near a small country town |
| I pulled off where the grass had been mowed |
| I sipped on my drink and while pausing to think |
| Saw the man on the side of the road |
| Like a dog on the stray He could wander all day |
| With no one around him to care |
| He didn't seem cross and He didn't seem lost |
| Whereever He was He was there |
| The man on the side of the road |
| Silently shouldering His road |
| Untouched by the strife on the highways of life |
| The man on the side of the road |
| Solo(Guitar & Mandolin) |
| He sat on the ground with the treasures He'd found |
| And spread them all out on the grass |
| He had not a care for the laughs and the stares |
| From the pickups and cars that drove past |
| He had found an old sign that was weathered with time |
| Jesus is coming it said |
| He really didn't need it, I don't think He could read it |
| But the letters were pretty in red |
| The man on the side of the road |
| Silently shouldering His road |
| And I think in a way I could live out my days |
| Like the man on the side of the road |