They tell me that no one gets out alive
They say this as I shuck and I jive
They say it earnestly and are reliable
But, I have a plan and I think its viable
I’m put my trust in things of immortality
Holding myself out for a greater morality
Putting my faith that maybe I can
If I put my faith in God and live life like a man
The kind of man whose bond is his handshake
The kind of man who stands strong and will take
Each step on this path with my own two feet
Whatever the weather sunny or sleet
No grim reaper is going to just wear me down
I am covered in the grace of my Father’s crown


