The old man is dead

Now and then an old friend of mine

I've not seen in some time

Will stop by and ask me

Where've I been? What's on my mind?

They wonder why I'm not drinking

And still painting this old town red

I tell them I'm serving Jesus now

And the old man is dead

The man you see before you

May look a lot the same

I may wear the same clothes

And have the same old name

But you're looking on the outside

If you could see inside instead

You would see a brand new man

'cause the old man is dead

I use to live such a wicked life

I had no hope in sight

I was lost in the darkness

Searching for the light

Then one night in a little church

After hearing what the preacher said

I gave my life to Jesus

And the old man is dead

You're looking on the outside

If you could see the inside instead

You would see a brand new man

'cause the old man is dead

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