The Old Man Is Dead

Every now and then an old friend of mine, who 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

The man you see before you now
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 the darkness, searching for the light.
Then one night in a little church,
After hearin' what the preacher said, I gave my life to Jesus,
Now the old man is dead.