Fit For A King

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

His khakis are tattered and he hasn'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 bringing lambs to the fold

[Pre-Chorus]

He points to the Bible he holds in his hand

Says I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man

[Chorus]

Son, it ain't what you are drivin' or the clothes that you wear

Material possessions won't matter up there

And someday in heaven when the angels all sing

Well, these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

[Verse 3]

He's fightin' a fever, but 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

[Pre-Chorus]

He knows soon in heaven he'll be homeless no more

As his work will soon echo from that far distant shore

[Chorus]

Son, it ain't what you are drivin' or the clothes that you wear

Material possessions won't matter up there

And someday in heaven when the angels all sing

Well, these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

[Outro]

Someday in heaven when the angels all sing

Well, these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

Will be fit for a king