Vídeo de música
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joshua Jamison
Performer
J.T. Longoria
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Jamison
Lyrics
Joshua Dyche
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.T. Longoria
Mixing Engineer
Joshua Dyche
Producer
Letra
We’ll I saw him at the quick e mart and he was hungry and lean
Although i didn’t ask him to he washed my windows clean
Then he leaned in close smellin’ like old whiskey
He asked me for some money, I said I just got plastic
Then i walked away like i do
I said he’ll just drink it up and that’s prob’ly true
And although I could’ve bought him dinner and told him i too am a sinner
I just went away like i do
What you done to the least of these you done to me
What you done to the least of these is the measure by which you’re free
What you done to the least of these that’s just what you done to me
And one day every eye is gonna see
Well when i went to school long ago
There was a kid who pulled things out of his nose
And he’d put ‘em in his mouth and rub his fingers on his clothes
Our teacher was timid and she had a stutter
And we all agreed she might be his mother
The way she washed his hands and blew his nose
And we picked at him, how devils do
But she reached for him like you ought to
And although she never bought me dinner she convinced me I’m a sinner
In that quiet gentle way God’s people do
What you done to the least of these so you done to me
As you done to the least of these is the measure by which you’re free
What you done to the least of these is just what you done to me
And very soon every eye will see
Well I see my neighbor there across the way
She’s got a bad hip and she’s eighty eight
And her hands are trembling as she gets her mail
Now I’m thinking i might cut her lawn
It’s getting to the point of being too far gone
Maybe I’ll just go over and ask her if she’ll let me
This time i wont walk away like i sometimes do
Yeah no more walk away from what I ought to
She might even make me dinner
Put some food in this old sinner
Written by: Joshua Dyche, Joshua Jamison