Fit For A King

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                    His pulpit's a corner on Nineteenth and Main 
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His grip on the Gospel his one claim to fame       He hurls fire and  
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brimstone at the cars passing by and he offers salvation for the Savior on high.  
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   His khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks his bout with the bottle  
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shows up on his cheeks.  He looks like a scarecrow a sight to behold as he works for 
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the Shepherd bringin' lambs to the fold.  He points to the Bible he holds in his hands 
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says, " I'm proof that the Good Lord can save any man." 
 
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CHORUS: Son it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear, material possessions 
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	won't matter up there.  And someday in heaven when the angels all sing these rags 
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	that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king. 
 
(Second verse progression same as first) 
 
Verse II: 
 
He's fightin' the fever in spite of the chill, he pulls up his collar and he speaks 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. 
 
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