Rundown Town

October wind, chills his skin, he walks home alone
A tiny house, a loving wife, hands worked to the bone
But he don't mind his humble life in this rundown town

To be a sun, a ray of one, like he's always done
And it's alright to be there where he's always been
To live and light this dark town he's in

The clock strikes old on his achy bones, his final setting sun
And so he rests on in a familiar bed, he smiles to the Lord, his love
And it's alright to be there where he's always been
He lived to light this dark town he's in

And it's alright to be there where he's always been
He lived to light, that dark town of sin
And so he leaves, and he breathes so full of his crown
A life that was spent in being content in the midst of a rundown town

A life that was spent in being content in a rundown town