Richard Thompson - God Loves A Drunk

will There Be Any Bartenders Up There In Heaven?
Will The Pubs Never Close, Will The Glass Never Drain
No More D.t.`s And No Shakes
And No Horrors
Very Next Morning You Feel Right As Rain
O God Loves A Drunk, The Lowest Of Men
With The Dogs In The Street And The Pigs In The Pen
But A Drunk`s Only Trying To Get Free Of His Body
And Soar Like An Eagle High Up There In Heaven
His Shouts And His Curses Are Just Hymns And Praises
To Kick-start His Mind Now And Then
O God Loves A Drunk, Come Raise Up Your Glasses, Amen
Does God Really Care For Your Life In The Suburbs
A Dull Little Life Of Dull Little Things
And Bring Up The Babies To Be Just Like Daddy
And Maybe You`ll Be There When He Gives Out Wings
But God Loves A Drunk, Although He`s A Fool
He Wets In His Pants And He Falls Off His Stool
He Can`t Hear The Insults And Whispers Go By Him
As He Leans In  The Doorway And Sings Sally Racket
Can`t Feel The Cold Rain Beat Down On His Body
And Soak Through His Clothes To  The Skin
O God Loves A Drunk, Come Raise Up Your Glasses, Amen
Will There Be Any Pen-pushers Up There In Heaven?
Does Clerking And Wage-slaving Win You God`s Love
I Pity You Worms With Your Semis And Pensions
If You Think That`ll Get You To The Kingdom Above
But God Loves A Drunk, Although He`s A Clown
You Can`t Help But Laugh As He Gags And Falls Down
He Don`t Give A Cuss For What People Think Of Him
He Screams At His Demons Alone In The Darkness
He`s Staying Alive For Just One More Pint Bottle
Won`t You Throw Him Few Pennies, Friend
God Loves A Drunk, For Ever And Ever, Amen
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