Tom :D

Intro: D

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His pulpits a corner 

  On 19th and Main
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His grip on the gospel
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  His one claim to fame
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He hurls fire and brimstone

  At the cars passing by
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And he offers salvation
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For the savior on high
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His khakis are tatered

  And he aint bathed in weeks
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His bout with the bottle 
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  Shows up on his cheeks
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He looks like a scarecrow

  A sight to behold
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As he work for the shepherd
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Bringin' lambs to the fold
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He points to the bible
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He holds in his hands
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Says I'm proof that the good lord
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Can save any man

Chorus
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      Son it ain't what you're drivin
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      Or the clothes that you wear
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      Material possessions
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      Won't matter up there
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      And someday in heaven
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         When the Angels all sing
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      These rags that I'm wear'n
        A                     C  G  D
      Will be fit for a king
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He's fighting a fever

   In spite of the chill
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He pulls up his collar
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   And he speaks of God's will
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His body is weakened

   But his faith is still strong
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For he's filled with conviction
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For the mission he's on
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He knows soon in heaven
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He'll be homeless no more
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And his work will soon echo
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From that far distant shore

Chorus
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      And some day in heaven
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          When the angles all sing
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       These rags that I'm wearing
         A                     C   G  D
       Will be fit for a king