PLAYPLAYIntro D DHis pulpits a corner On 19th and Main GHis grip on the gospel His one claim to fameD DHe hurls fire and brimstone At the cars passing by GAnd he offers salvationD AFor the savior on highD DHis khakis are tatered And he aint bathed in weeks GHis bout with the bottle Shows up on his cheeksD DHe looks like a scarecrow A sight to behold GAs he work for the shepherdD ABringin' lambs to the foldD CHe points to the Gbible DHe holds in his hands GSays I'm proof that the Dgood lord ECan save any Gman Chorus DSon it ain't what you're drivin GOr the clothes that you wearD DMaterial possessions GWon't matter up thereA DAnd someday in heaven When the Angels all singG DThese rags that I'm wear'n AWill be fit for a kingCGD *D DHe's fighting a fever In spite of the chill GHe pulls up his collar And he speaks of God's willD DHis body is weakened But his faith is still strong GFor he's filled with convictionD AFor the mission he's onD CHe knows soon in heavenG DHe'll be homeless no more GAnd his work will soon echoD EFrom that far distant shore Chorus *DAnd some day in heaven When the angles all sing(G DThese rags that I'm wearing AWill be fit for a kingCG
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