[Intro — spoken over bass and offbeat guitar] You don’t gotta have much. Sometimes you got five dollars. Sometimes you got five minutes. Both can mean a whole lot. [Verse 1 — relaxed, melodic] Coffee gone cold at a quarter past nine, Neighbor’s old truck won’t turn over this time. I’m late already, got a whole day planned— Pop that hood, let me lend you a hand. He says, “What I owe?” I say, “Get down the road.” Somebody helped me with a heavier load. I’ve been the guy with a tank on E, Watchin’ folks pass like they couldn’t see me. Jesus found me with nothin’ to trade, No polished-up story, no dues to be paid. Now I got a heartbeat, a roof, and a friend— A little bit of good I can send out again. [Chorus — easy, bouncy singalong] Pass it on, pass it on, A little bit of good keeps movin’ along. Pull up a chair, put a plate right there, You don’t need a lot to have a little to share. Pass it on, let it go, Love came free, let it overflow. Lord, You gave me more than I could ever earn— Let me give without expectin’ a return. [Instrumental — bass fill, guitar chops, short dub echoes] [Verse 2 — rhythmic, half-sung] Buddy on the steps with his eyes on his shoes, Says, “It’s been a week. I could use some good news.” Made two sandwiches, let the phone ring twice, Sat there and listened, didn’t fix his life. He laughed when the mustard fell onto his jeans, First little smile that I’d seen all week. Stayed till the streetlights flickered awake; Some things matter more than the plans you make. Lord, You stayed patient when I lost my way, Help me give somebody that kind of grace. Sometimes it’s money, sometimes it’s a ride, Sometimes it’s stayin’ by somebody’s side. [Chorus] Pass it on, pass it on, A little bit of good keeps movin’ along. Pull up a chair, put a plate right there, You don’t need a lot to have a little to share. Pass it on, let it go, Love came free, let it overflow. Lord, You gave me more than I could ever earn— Let me give without expectin’ a return. [Bridge — brief burst of double-time punk] Keep the credit! Lose the score! If I’ve got two, There’s one of yours! You gave Your life, I can give my day. A little less me, A little more grace! [Dub breakdown — drums drop out, bass and echoed guitar] I put a twenty in an envelope, Slipped it underneath his door. Could’ve signed my name… What would I need that for? [Final Chorus — full band, loose backing vocals] Pass it on, pass it on, A little bit of good keeps movin’ along. Pull up a chair, put a plate right there, You don’t need a lot to have a little to share. Pass it on, let it go, Love came free, let it overflow. Jesus, let the love You put inside of me Make it past my front door and out into the street. [Outro — bass carries on, vocal echoes fade] Pass it on… That chair’s still open. Pass it on… Yeah, there’s room for you.
