Tono: E
Introducción:
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His pulpit's a corner on Nineteenth and Main
A Em
His grip on the Gospel his one claim to fame He hurls fire and
A Em
brimstone at the cars passing by and he offers salvation for the Savior on high.
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His khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks his bout with the bottle
Em A
shows up on his cheeks. He looks like a scarecrow a sight to behold as he works for
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the Shepherd bringin' lambs to the fold. He points to the Bible he holds in his hands
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says, " I'm proof that the Good Lord can save any man."
E A E
CHORUS: Son it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear, material possessions
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won't matter up there. And someday in heaven when the angels all sing these rags
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that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king.
(Second verse progression same as first)