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At the Eventide Convalescent Center, every third Saturday 
Dad and I would go eat dinner, with aunt Opal who was eighty-eight
I was pickin’ at my food, when an old black man sat down at the table by me 
He looked me in the eye and said how do you do, my name’s Cushinberry

Said I was born in an all black town in Kansas, called Nickodemus
In World War II was an Army medic, then settled in Topeka 
I was fortunate to have a good mama and dad, who taught me all about God’s grace
The same way son that yours have, or you wouldn’t be here today

You can always find someone that's got it worse, help ‘em if you can
God put us on this earth, to help our fellow man
If you go out of your way to help somebody, you’re returned the favor 
Cause the time we spend’s just payin’ rent, for God’s little half acre 

He said for years I gave away food and clothes, had a Christian Mission store
Had a sign that read for the needy not the greedy, that hung above the door
I like to think I gave hope and dreams, to folks who didn’t have any
Son I saw things that just shouldn’t be, here in the land of plenty

You can always find someone that's got it worse, help ‘em if you can
God put us on this earth, to help our fellow man
If you go out of your way to help somebody, you’re returned the favor 
Cause the time we spend’s just payin’ rent, for God’s little half acre 

Three weeks passed, I went back, they told me he had died 
Mumblin’ somethin’ about a little piece of ground, waitin’ on the other side

You can always find someone that's got it worse, help ‘em if you can
God put us on this earth, to help our fellow man
If you go out of your way to help somebody, you’re returned the favor 
Cause the time we spend’s just payin’ rent, to this day I think of him
Visitin’ with all his friends, on God’s little half acre