Aint He Somethin'

Just the other day, Last Saturday,
I was scrounging back by the railroad tracks around Interbay.
Lookin’ for an old piece of iron, Lookin’ for an old railroad tie,
Lookin’ for old anything, Or any old reason why
I could say, “Hey, Look what I found, Ain’t I s’um? Ain’t I s’um?”

I’m an old road. I’m a rusty old railroad.
A forgotten lay of track in the alley out back that only God knowed.
But he knows as sure as iron, He knows what I show and what I hide,
And He knows there ain’t no such a thing as any good reason why
I could say, “Hey, Look where I been. Ain’t I s’um? Ain’t I sum’?”

But, I’m an old coat. I’m an old gray coat.
I’m very well worn but I wasn’t worn well, I’m unraveled and torn.
And I’m way past the iron, and I wouldn’t look good with a tie,
And I’m not in style or anything, and there ain’t no reason why
I can say, “Hey, Look how I look. Ain’t I s'um”? Ain’t I s'um”?

Oh, but there was a time
When I thought I would be somebody but there aint nobody to be.
Yes, there was a time when I thought I would go somewhere But everywhere that’s anywhere is somewhere empty.
Sweet Jesus won’t you help me? Whoa, Jesus won’t you help me?

You’re the Old God, you’re the Great Ol’ Lord God.
You were like a sinner born - true to sinner form: unraveled and torn
And you gave your hand to iron. You gave your eye for mine
You gave to me your everything, And you’re every good reason why
I can say, “Hey, look who I found. (3x) Ain’t He s'um’? Oh Ain’t He s’um?”