Now and then an old friend of mine, I've not seen for some time, Will stop by and ask me where I been, What's on my mind. They wonder why I'm not drinkin', And still painting this old town red. I tell them I'm serving Jesus now, And the old man is dead
And the man you see before you, May look a lot the same, I may wear the same clothes, And have the same old name. But you're 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 peace inside. I was lost in darkness, Searching for the light. Then one night in a little church, After hearin' what the preacher said, I gave my life to Jesus, And the old man is dead.