Good Man

Sweet, no sugars in his tea He prefers nicotine He drinks it like it's free most mornings He goes riding in the streets On his bike from Italy A sign I always see him calling Here's the story I'll tell Of a good man He was a good, good, good, good man He was a good, good, good, good man He was a good, good, good, good man And everything he touched he'd turn to gold, 'cause he can He was a good man Eyes, the color of the sea A baby blue and green His skin as tough as thieves, oh, trust me He got everything he needs A front door with some keys He chose his family and that's why Here's the story I'll tell Of a good man He was a good, good, good, good man He was a good, good, good, good man He was a good, good, good, good man And everything he touched he'd turn to gold, 'cause he can He was the best He was my guy My reason why He slipped away in his sleep His heart is in this beat I hear it one, two, three (one, two, three) He came to say hello Let everybody know That there is such a thing as a good, good, good, good man He was a good, good, good, good man He was a good, good, good, good man He was a good, good, good, good man And everything he touched he'd turn to gold because he He was a good man