Lingua   

The Outlaw's Prayer

Johnny Paycheck
Lingua: Inglese


Ti può interessare anche...

La fabbrica del tondo
(ZamboNoise)
11 Months and 29 Days
(Johnny Paycheck)
La Foi
(Henri Tachan)


You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I decided to walk downtown and get myself a little fresh air
Before long. I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square

Boy, I could hear that singing way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound
So I just walked up the steps, opened the door and started to go inside and sit down
But befor I could, a young man walked over to me and said "Excuse me sir
But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard and long hair."

So I just left, went back outside, sat on that kerbing and I thought too myself:
That's the house of the Lord. That guy's got the hell of a nerve
Telling me I can't worship anywhere I please
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees

I said, "Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind
I just wanted to be with your people, Lord. It's been a long time.
A while ago, I saw a wino over there in the alley, bent over in tears,
And I thought how one stained glass window from this Church would feed his family for years."

"Then there's all these fine cars parked outside. Too many for me to count."
"Made me think about how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount."
"Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singing like they really love it."
"Hell, last night, they were dancing on the front row of my show.
Drinking beer, screaming 'Sing "Shove It'.

"You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of camel hair and sandals on his feet and a long beard on his face.
You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children and take them beyond the clouds,
To live forever in Heaven with you, well I'd sure hate to be in this crowd.
You know, Lord, I'm not perfect; some even call me no count.
But I'll tell you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, not what's in his bank account.
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify.

Oh, by the way Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you?
With sandals and a beard. Believe you had long hair too.
Well, this is Paycheck, signing off.
I'll be seeing you Lord. I hope."

inviata da Dionysus - 9/12/2014 - 04:48



Pagina principale CCG

Segnalate eventuali errori nei testi o nei commenti a antiwarsongs@gmail.com




hosted by inventati.org