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Fit for a King

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  • His pulpit's a corner
    On 19th and Main
    His grip on the gospel
    His one claim to fame
    He hurls fire and brimstone
    At the cars passing by
    And he offers salvation
    For the savior on high
    His khakis are tattered
    And he ain't bathed in weeks
    His bout with the bottle
    Shows up on his cheeks
    He looks like a scarecrow
    A sight to behold
    As he works for the shepherd
    Bringin' lambs to the fold
    He points to the Bible
    He holds in his hands
    Says I'm proof that the good Lord
    Can save every man
    Son, it ain't what you're driving
    Or the clothes that you wear
    Material possessions
    Won't matter up there
    And someday in heaven
    When the angels all sing
    These rags that I'm wearin'
    Will be fit for a king
    He's fighting a fever
    In spite of the chill
    He pulls up his collar
    And he speaks of God's will
    His body is weakened
    But his faith is still strong
    For he's filled with conviction
    For the mission he's on
    He knows soon in heaven
    He'll be homeless no more
    As his work will soon echo
    >From that far distant shore
    Son, it ain't what you're driving
    Or the clothes that you wear
    Material possessions
    Won't matter up there
    And someday in heaven
    When the angels all sing
    These rags that I'm wearin'
    Will be fit for a king
  • His pulpit's a corner
    On 19th and Main
    His grip on the gospel
    His one claim to fame
    He hurls fire and brimstone
    At the cars passing by
    And he offers salvation
    For the savior on high
    His khakis are tattered
    And he ain't bathed in weeks
    His bout with the bottle
    Shows up on his cheeks
    He looks like a scarecrow
    A sight to behold
    As he works for the shepherd
    Bringin' lambs to the fold
    He points to the Bible
    He holds in his hands
    Says I'm proof that the good Lord
    Can save every man
    Son, it ain't what you're driving
    Or the clothes that you wear
    Material possessions
    Won't matter up there
    And someday in heaven
    When the angels all sing
    These rags that I'm wearin'
    Will be fit for a king
    He's fighting a fever
    In spite of the chill
    He pulls up his collar
    And he speaks of God's will
    His body is weakened
    But his faith is still strong
    For he's filled with conviction
    For the mission he's on
    He knows soon in heaven
    He'll be homeless no more
    As his work will soon echo
    >From that far distant shore
    Son, it ain't what you're driving
    Or the clothes that you wear
    Material possessions
    Won't matter up there
    And someday in heaven
    When the angels all sing
    These rags that I'm wearin'
    Will be fit for a king