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Backstory:

                                                                                                                                                                                    I wrote this song after reading a newspaper story about a black man named Grant Cushinberry who lived in Topeka, Kansas and had a second hand store. He spent his entire life in the service of others, and I felt like he needed to be remembered. The lyrics are factual and taken from his life. This is the rock mix of the song done in the style of Shawn Mullins.

Lyrics:

                                                  
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 momma 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 spends just payin’ rent - for God’s little half acre

He said for years I gave away food and cloths – 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
But 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 spends 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 spends just payin’ rent - to this day I think of him
 		Visitin’ with all  his friends - on God’s little half acre