One In Ninety-Nine

We were driving home from Denver, one mile marker at a time
Picked up a young man thumbing at mile marker 99
Had a paper bag for clothes, a Martin made in ’51
Said, “I’m trying to find the right way home from the wrongs that I have done”

And those songs came a pouring from that old Martin box
Like Blue Moon of Kentucky and The Old Rugged Cross
When he got a little quiet, I said, “Son we’ve all sinned.
The Lord died upon the cross to set us free, my friend.”

The Shepard sought the 1 in 99
Though you’re lost you’re never left behind
Then he asked us to pull over in a Colorado town
He thanked us for the warm cab and the friendship that he found
He walked up to the cabin the door swung open wide
Their wayward boy was finally home they hugged their son and cried

We were driving home from Denver one mile marker at a time
Picked up a young man thumbing, was he 1 in 99?