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 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 where a man can find wisdom
He picked up a banjo and played me a tune
About a man that he thought 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 where a man can find Jesus
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 where a man can find friends
Ain't it funny where a man can find beauty
Ain't it funny where a man can find wisdom
Ain't it funny where a man can find Jesus