One, two, I'm practicing
for the gig that matters
In the sky, in the sky
I'm singing for all my friends to gather
When they fly, when they fly
Gonna say, St. Peter
Listen to my song here
I've been ridin' all my life
I know you've heard
There he goes and throws an angel
When I hear redemption
It knows no bounds
Too many days I've lived
a life of leisure
While folks were starved for food and rest
And it's true,
I drank from the cup of the righteous
While the devil's song played in my head
But my redeemers have been made
I can't help but change my tune
So I'm practicing for the give that matters
If I can't sing, this world is true
Every drunk that I played for
Kept me right, kept me right
Every wayward preacher, aimless soldier
Kept me in line, kept me in line
Yeah, this is a song for all the sinners
Who never know they've
made the difference
And the worthless saints
abandoned in the trenches
Lamb of God, lost in the woods
Yeah, I'm practicing for
the gig that matters
I want to see my Savior's face
When St. Peter says, sing a song, child
And I'll let you through
these pearly gates
And I said, Lordy, I need a best witness
No disrespect,
but just in case you missed it
There's some long -haul sufferin'
broken folks who need mendin'
And they ain't seen your help yet
There's some long -hauled, suffering,
broken folks in need, men dead
And they ain't seen your help yet