AMY RAY - The Gig That Matters lyrics

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I’m practicing for the gig that matters

In the sky, in the sky

I’m singing for all my friends to gather

When they fly, when they fly

Gonna say hey St. Peter, listen to my song here

I been writing all my life

And I know you’ve heard every golden-throated angel

But I hear redemption, it knows no bounds

Too many days I lived a life of leisure

While folks were starved for food and rest

And it’s true, I drank from the cup of the righteous

While the Devil’s song played in my head

But my redeemers, they have been many

And I can’t help but change my tune

So I’m practicing for the gig that matters

So I can sing this world of truth

Every drunk that I played for

Keeps me right, keeps me right

Every wayward preacher and aimless soldier

Keeps me in line, keeps me in line

This is a song for all the sinners

Who never know they make a difference

And the working saints abandoned in the trenches

The lamb of God lost in the wood

I’m practicing for the gig that matters

I want to see my savior’s face

When St. Peter says sing your songs, child

And I’ll let you through these pearly gates

Gonna say, hey Lordy, I’m here to bear some witness

No disrespect but just in case you missed it

There’s some long haul suffering broken folks that need mending

And they ain’t seen your help yet

There’s some long haul suffering broken folks that need mending

And they ain’t seen your help yet