I don't know when Randy met the savior
I don't know the how or the when
But I've heard about his radical behavior
And the pocket full of crosses that he shared
They say he hangs out at biker bars and honky tonks
The roughest kind of crowd he don't care
And he talks about Jesus in the devil's home
And leaves a cross in the palm of every lost man there
And he buys them out at the bible store
Gives them way and buys some more
Ohhh behold the man of faith
With a mission field in hoes own backyard
Never mind the tattoos and the scars
Now he don't care if you think he's crazy
He just keeps on shooting pool
With a pocket full of crosses and good news
John the Baptist cried out from the wilderness
And far from the marble steps of Rome
Randy's on a barstool down in Texas
With his arm around another road weary soul
Telling him that a little cross
Will lead him home
And he buys them out at the bible store
Gives them way and buys some more
Ohhh behold the man of faith
With a mission field in hoes own backyard
Never mind the tattoos and the scars
Now he don't care if you think he's crazy
He just keeps on shooting pool
With a pocket full of crosses and good news