text: I am the elder Utah Smith
  Ive got two wings to fly
  They may be made of paper
  They may never reach the sky
  But I believe in mercy
  I believe that man is good
  And if they want two wings like me
  Theres a chance they could
  I am the elder Utah Smith
  I was born in Cedar Grove
  Thats in Louisiana
  On a dirt-poor stretch of road
  I found the calling early
  Gave birth to righteous words
  And in a tent around the South
  I took my sonic church
  I was a light for the living
  And I spoke of peace and love
  With two wings and my old Gibson
  I bought blessings from above
  I was here and I was gone
  Just a heartbeat from the past
  But I went from paper wings
  To the real thing at last
  I am the elder Utah Smith
  I take all as they are
  I was the first man of the cloth
  To blacken a guitar
  Love was my redeemer
  I felt it from the start
  The Holy Ghost was channeled
  Through the sound of my guitar
  I was a light for the living
  And I spoke of peace and love
  With two wings and my old Gibson
  I bought blessings from above
  I was here and I was gone
  Just a heartbeat from the past
  But I went from paper wings
  To the real thing at last
  Been a long time in the ground
  Unmarked is my grave
  But I reside elsewhere these days
  Thanks to souls Ive saved
  I traveled far, I traveled wide
  Three quarts for the Lord
  Till one day he called me home
  To claim his great reward
  I was a light for the living
  And I spoke of peace and love
  With two wings and my old GIbson
  I bought blessings from above
  I was here and I was gone
  Just a heartbeat from the past
  But I went from paper wings
  To the real thing at last
  I was a light for the living
  And I spoke of peace and love
  With two wings and my old GIbson
  I bought blessings from above
  I was here and I was gone
  Just a heartbeat from the past
  But I went from paper wings
  To the real thing at last