The Old Man Is Dead

Now and then, an old friend of mine, I've not seen for sometime, will stop by and ask me, where've you been, what's on your 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 old clothes, and still have the same old name, but your looking on the outside, if you could see inside instead, you would see a brand new man, cause, the old man is dead. I used to live such a wicked life, I had no hope in sight, I was lost in darkness, just searching for a light, and then one night in a little church, after hearing what the preacher said, I gave my life to Jesus, and the old man was dead. (Chorus)