Good Sam wasn't a lawyer, not even a judge.
Never lying, or cheating, and making little money.
Yet from God, he wouldn't budge.
He'd stroll past city hall and the old synagogue
and the small, quaint white town church.
Never knowing Rabbi Saul or seeing Father Don
Talking none to Preacherman Lurch.
He'd never seen the flaming candles or listened to the sermons from a pew
But Good Sam. Oh, he loved everybody
Protestant, Catholic, or Jew.

Chorus
Good Sam was a lover of man
Reaching out to the needs of a friend.
A friend who's hurt, a friend who's pained
the world passed by, but Sam remained.

One day a lost and lonely man was riding down the road,
was forced over, and it was seen by quite a few.
His car was rolled over by the crack dealers.
Hurt his head and legs, it seemed his life was over and through.
Wasn't seen by Preacherman Lurch as he quickly drove on by
'cause he had something in his eye.
As the Rabbi sped on by he never cared or knew
or even heard the old man's sad and desperate cries.
The priest was speeding hastily in the left lane
too far away to try to come to a stop.
As he passed the hurt and helpless man all he tried to do
was put his hands together, and pray for a cop.

Chorus
Good Sam was a lover of man
reaching out to the needs of a friend.
A friend who's hurt, a friend who's pained
the world passed by but Sam remained.

Now as good Sam came upon the needy homeless man
he quickly pulled his car over to the side.
Even though the people slowed and looked
they still continued by.
Yet, good Sam was not that preoccupied.
He bound up his painful wounds and had him sip some wine.
The old man gazing out those swollen and teary eyes.
As he warmly smiled and gently squeezed Sam's helping hand.
This was truly such a great and wondrous sign.
So, in the car to Savior Inn they quickly went.
Good Sam not concerned for what he spent.
Then he reached inside his wallet and pulled out some cash
which was meant to pay the landlord his monthly rent.

Chorus
Good Sam was a lover of man
Reaching out to the needs of a friend.
A friend who's hurt, a friend who's pained.
The world passed by, but Sam remained.

Take care and get some rest my friend and new neighbor.
I'm headed in my car straight for the nearest bar.
But I'll return to pay the man the difference.
Sir, if you could please remove his old road tar.
Sam brightly smiled and whistled some, then on his way.
So, drink up my friends, it's all on me, I'd really like to pay.
'Cause it's been a grand, fulfilling, and such a lovely day.

Chorus
Good Sam was a lover of man
Reaching out to the needs of a friend.
A friend who's hurt, a friend who's pained
The world passed by, but Sam remained.

©1998 St. Michael Press Publishing Co., Inc.