Garth Brooks - Fit For A King
His Pulpit's A Corner
On 19th And Main
His One Claim To Fame
His Grip On The Gospel
He Hurls Fire And Brimstone
At The Cars Passing By
And He Offers Salvation
His Khakis Are Tattered
For The Savior On High
And He Ain't Bathed In Weeks
His Bout With The Bottle
He Looks Like A Scarecrow
Shows Up On His Cheeks
As He Works For The Shepherd
A Sight To Behold
Bringin' Lambs To The Fold
He Points To The Bible
Says I'm Proof That The Good Lord
He Holds In His Hands
Can Save Any Man
Son, It Ain't What You're Driving
Or The Clothes That You Wear
Material Possessions
And Someday In Heaven
Won't Matter Up There
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
And He Speaks Of God's Will
He Pull Up His Collar
His Body Is Weakened
For He's Filled With Conviction
For The Mission He's On
But His Faith Is Still Strong
He Knows Soon In Heaven
He'll Be Homeless No More
As His Work Will Soon Echo
Son, It Ain't What You're Driving
Or The Clothes That You Wear
From That Far Distant Shore
Won't Matter Up There
Material Possessions
And Someday In Heaven
When The Angels All Sing
These Rags That I'm Wearin'
Will Be Fit For A King
When The Angels All Sing
And Someday In Heaven
These Rags That I'm Wearin'
Will Be Fit For A King
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