When my last song is sung and my lifes work is done And my old faithful guitar loses tone You won't find me troubled then, wishing I could sing again When my last song is sung I'll be gone.
What a gift the Lord has shared with a man who never cared Claiming every note I'd written for my own So before ir comes my time there's a song of thanks in line Before my Lord and Savior calls me home.
Let me sing a song for Jesus everyday For He's the one who guides me every step of the way He's my soul inspiration and the one who guides my pen So let the last song I sing be for him...