Tom T. Hall - Levi Jones

He was born and raised on the rough side of town
And people said he never struck a lick
He had sawdust and grease in his beard, and his shack
Was filled up with driftwood and sticks
He said "I find these things along the river"
And I use them to mount my little birds"
Then he gave me a drink of his moonshine
And I sat there, spellbound by his words

And ain't it funny
Where a man can find beauty?

He said "thanks for the ride, I'm glad you came in"
I never dreamed you'd be sittin' there
I heard a lot about you from the men that you work for
They tell me that you're fair and square"
And he gave me a pickle that he canned himself
And some corn that he baked in the shop
Somehow I could tell that he wouldn't trade places
With me for a new pickup truck

And ain't it funny
Where a man can find wisdom?

Well, he picked up his banjo and he played me a tune
About a man that he called his friend
He said "I believe that Jesus was born
And that He really died for my sins"
You know folks think I'm crazy, I drink a little shine
He said "I'm on the low side of life"
But I see my friend in that old piece of wood
And I'm gonna cut him out with my knife

And ain't it funny
Where a man can find Jesus?

Old Levi Jones was dead two weeks
Before I'd even heard that he died
You know, we'd come to be friends of a sort for three years
And I might as well admit that I cried
Well, I'd like to thank him for all that he's taught me
But I wouldn't know where to begin
And I'd like to thank him for leaving to me
That wood carving of Jesus, his friend

And ain't it funny
Where a man can find friendship?

And ain't it funny
Where a man can find beauty?

And ain't it funny
Where a man can find wisdom?

And ain't it funny
Where a man can find Jesus?

Written by:
Billy Edd Wheeler

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