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Fit For a King

Garth Brooks

His pulpit's a corner
On 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel
His one claim to fame

He hurls fire and brrimstone
At the cars passing by
And he offers salvation
For the savior on high

His khakis are tattered
And he aint 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 Im proof that the good Lord
Can save any man

(chorus)
Son, it aint what youre driving
Or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions
Wont matter up there
And someday in heaven
When the angels all sing
These rags that Im wearin
Will be fit for a king

Hes fighting a fever
In spite of the chill
He pulls up his collar
And he speaks of Gods will

His body is weakend
But his faith is sitll strong
For hes filled with conviction
For the mission he's on

He knows soon in heaven
Hell be homeless no more
As his work will soon echo
From that far distant shore

(chours)
And someday in heaven
When the angels all sing
These rags that I'm wearin'
Will be fit for a king

And someday in heaven
When the angels all sing
These rags that I'm wearin'
Will be fit for a king

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Composição: Carl Jackson / Jim Rushing. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.


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