(I have a very good friend in Nashville Tennessee who is a
semiprofessional wino and during one of our recent and frequent
conversations we got to talk about his religious philosophy
And as far as I could determine this is the way he feels about it.)
Lord can a drunk go to heaven
Well, frankly I don't see why not
If the Lord loves the weak and the weary
Well, how come he can't love a sot.
Now I don't drink to hurt anybody
Why I love everybody I meet
I can quit any time but I don't want to
And in fact I quit three times last week.
Now lemme tell you bout some of them preachers
Lord, you know some of 'em ain't worth a dime
Why they're flirtin' with all of them widders
Hmm yeah, and one is a widder of mine.
Oh, I hear people prayin' so fancy
Why they'd be better off a sendin' you mail
Lord, if they could've heard me last Sunday
Well. I'd've prayed 'em right out of that jail.
Now Lord. if a drunk gets to heaven
To walk on that great Golden Strand
Would you give me a spot and the shade of a tree
And remember I'm a bourbon man...
