Fit For A King Lyrics

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 pa*sing 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, s 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 ain't 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
Well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

He's fighting a fever but in spite of the chill
He pulls up his collar and he speaks of Gods 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 ain't 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
Well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

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

Garth Brooks - Sevens

Aug 2007

1. Longneck Bottle
2. How You Ever Gonna Know
3. She's Gonna Make It
4. I Don't Have To Wonder
5. Two Pina Coladas
6. Cowboy Cadillac
7. Fit For A King
8. Do What You Gotta Do
9. You Move Me
10. In Another's Eyes
11. When There's No One Around
12. A Friend To Me
13. Take The Keys To My Heart
14. Belleau Wood