I am the elder Utah Smith
I´ve got two wings to fly
They may be made of paper
They may never reach the sky
But I believe in mercy

I believe that man is good
And if they want two wings like me
There´s a chance they could

I am the elder Utah Smith
I was born in Cedar Grove
That´s in Louisiana
On a dirt-poor stretch of road
I found the calling early
Gave birth to righteous words
And in a tent around the South
I took my sonic church

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone

Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

I am the elder Utah Smith
I take all as they are
I was the first man of the cloth
To blacken a guitar
Love was my redeemer
I felt it from the start
The Holy Ghost was channeled
Through the sound of my guitar

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone

Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

Been a long time in the ground
Unmarked is my grave
But I reside elsewhere these days
Thanks to souls I´ve saved
I traveled far, I traveled wide
Three quarts for the Lord
Till one day he called me home
To claim his great reward

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old GIbson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone

Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old GIbson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last