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von Preston Cooper

Preacher on Bourbon Street
His Bible′s an old six string
Some are walking away
Some are watching him play
Some are dropping some change in his guitar case

He's singing the gospel truth
It′s coming out like the blues
It's healing and hurtin'
Sinning and searching for something that′s working
Just like me and you

We′re all headed home
On the road we're on
We′re buying time and building houses
Where we don't belong
We′re dying to find those gates
We're trying to find our place in a happy never after all
We′re all headed home
We're all headed home


All alone at the end of the night
I was just last call walking by
I didn't ask him to sing
I didn′t ask for his name
I just gave him a five and said
"Are you sleeping here tonight?"
And he said

"We′re all headed home
On the road we're on
We′re buying time and building houses
Where we don't belong
We′re dying to find those gates
We're trying to find our place in a happy never after all
We′re all headed home
We're all headed home"

We're all headed home
On the road we′re on
We′re buying time and building houses
Where we don't belong
We′re dying to find those gates
We're tryin′ to find our place in a happy never after all
We're all headed home
We′re all headed home


Preacher on Bourbon Street
His Bible's an old six string
Some are walking away
Some are watching him play
Some are droppin' some change in his guitar case