I grew up impressed by the people I knew In the buckle of the bible belt Hopped in the van with the band Now I've been just about everywhere else Met a soldier from Seattle and a lawyer from the East A Texas oil baron and a Roman Catholic priest
Every day I choose To walk in their shoes 'cause pretty are the feet of those Who bring the good news
Good people Good, good people Everywhere, everywhere it's God's people
Been on the road been far from home But I found me a friend or two Time has taught me well and I can tell you The good things people do They really care and I've been there Seen it with my eyes You can tell that they're God's people By the goodness in their lives
