Garth Brooks
Fit For A King

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

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

His khakis are tattered
And he ain't 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 I'm proof that the good Lord
Can save any man

Son, it aint what you're driving
Or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions
Won't matter up there
And someday in heaven
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
He pulls up his collar
And he speaks of God's will

His body is weakened
But his faith is still strong
For he's filled with conviction
For the mission he's on

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

Son, it aint what you're driving
Or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions
Won't matter up there

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


Mirror lyrics:

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

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

Won't matter up there
Material possessions
Or the clothes that you wear
Son, it aint what you're driving

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

For the mission he's on
For he's filled with conviction
But his faith is still strong
His body is weakened

And he speaks of God's will
He pulls up his collar
In spite of the chill
He's fighting a fever

Will be fit for a king
These rags that I'm wearin'
When the angels all sing
And someday in heaven
Won't matter up there
Material possessions
Or the clothes that you wear
Son, it aint what you're driving

Can save any man
Says I'm proof that the good Lord
He holds in his hands
He points to the Bible

Bringin' lambs to the fold
As he works for the shepherd
A sight to behold
He looks like a scarecrow

Shows up on his cheeks
His bout with the bottle
And he ain't bathed in weeks
His khakis are tattered

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

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


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