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© Colby Crehan 2007

A traveling man with home on his mind
Worked in the building that took his life

Five floors above him of brick and wood
He works at the bottom, he sees its no good

And I’ll tell you what he told me on Christmas night
“I’ll work one more day here though I fear for my life”

“To uncle, to momma, I traveled far
I miss my young children when we’re apart

They don’t know for how long I plan to stay
I’ve counted three months I’ll count one more day”

And I’ll tell you what he told me on Christmas night
“I’ll work one more day here though I fear for my life”

The angels, they told him, “It will come down”

And I’ll tell you what he told me on Christmas night
“I’ll work one more day here though I fear for my life”

He chose to stay on though the warnings came so clear
So remember to listen to what others may not hear