Lyrics:

1976


He was born and raised on the rough side of town
People said he never struggled with
He had sawdust & grease in his beard
And his shack was filled up with driftwood & sticks

He said I find these things along the river
And I use them to mount my little birds
And he gave me a drink of his moonshine
And I think that I was spellbound by his words

Ain't it funny (ain't it funny)
Where a man can find beauty

He said thanks for the ride
And I'm glad you came in
I never dreamed you'd be sitting there
I heard a lot about you from the men that worked for you
And they tell me your fair & square

He gave me a pickle that he canned himself
And some cornbread he baked in shucks
As he smiled, I could tell that he wouldn't trade places
With me for ten thousand bucks

Ain't it funny (ain't it funny)
Where a man can find beauty

He picked up a banjo and played me a tune
About a man that he called his friend
He said I believe that Jesus was born
And he really died for my sins

Folks think I'm crazy for peddling shine
And I'm on the low side of life
But I seen my friend in that old piece of wood
And I'm gonna cut him out with my knife

Ain't it funny (ain't it funny)
Where a man can find beauty

Old Mose Rankin was dead in two weeks
Before I even knew that he died
Well we'd come to be friends
I was sore for two years and deep down inside me I cried

I'd like to thank him for all that he taught me
But I wouldn't know where to begin
I'd like to thank him for leaving to me
That carving of Jesus his friend

Ain't it funny (ain't it funny)
Where a man can find beauty

Ain't it funny (ain't it funny)
Where a man can find beauty

Ain't it funny (ain't it funny)
Where a man can find wisdom

Ain't it funny (ain't it funny)
Where a man can find Jesus