Right on Time

Matthew walked down that sacred hill

Callous hands and a workman’s skill

Ma said Jesus shed his blood

Preacher wipes dirt from his gloves

Oh, He’s right on time

Well he was born poor, that’s how he’ll die

This town don’t change much to his life from mine

Always do what he’s supposed to do

Standing tall in his worn out shoes

Oh, he’s right on time

Factory bus and this old dirt road

Come together in this land of gold

A man’s a man when he walks this land

Now my son it’s in your hands

Oh, he’s right on time