Tinman Jones – Guitar Saint

A million to one, take a shot

Lose it all, not a lot

Dig it in, facing east

Mind your armor, love the least

Sing the song of the brave

Bring a saving grace

Throw your jam out boy

Make it all count don’t let it sway

You’ve got to take it to a level

That in time breaks the fall

Throw your jam out boy

You’ve got to reach the stars

You’ve got to turn out

Take it to a level or in time you will burn out

Throw your jam out boy

Do your thing what you do

Load them on two by two

Just make sure you scratch that paint

You look like a guitar saint

This little light that we possess

We got to take it to the point of no return and just

Learn from those many itty bitty mistakes

Its inevitable, we got to learn what makes

This talent that you possess

And bring to the table

Its as vital as can be to a boy born in a stable

Able to carry the world upon His shoulders

Got to use what you got cause what you got can build soldiers