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Em Bm Em His pulpit's a corner on Nineteenth and Main
His Agrip on the Gospel his one claim to fame Em He hurls fire and
brimstone at the cars passing by and he Aoffers salvation for the Savior on Emhigh.
Bm His Emkhakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks his About with the bottle
shows up on his Emcheeks. He looks like a scarecrow a sight to behold as Ahe works for
the EShepherd bringin' B7lambs to the Efold. He Bmpoints to the ABible he Eholds in his hands
says, " I'm Aproof that the GoodE Lord can F#msave any manA."
CHORUS: Son it Eain't what you're drivin' or the Aclothes that you Ewear, material possessions
won't matter Aup there. Bb And somedayE in heaven when the angels all sing thAese rags E
that I'm wearin' will be fit forBb a king. Bm
(Second verse progression same as first)
He's fightin' the fever in spite of the chill, he pulls up his collar and he speaks 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.
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