Fit For A King

[D]

(
 [D])His pulpits
 [A] corner
  On 19th and Main
 G His grip on the gospel
  His one claim to fame D

 D He hurls fire and brimstone
  At the cars passing by
(
 [G])And he offers salvation(
 [D])
 A For the savior on high D

 D His khakis are tatered
  And he aint bathed in weeks
 G His bout with the bottle
  Shows up on his cheeks D

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

 C He points to the  G bible
 D He holds in his hands
 G Says I'm proof that the  D good lord
(
 [E])Can save any (
 [G])man

         D Son it ain't what you're drivin
         G Or the clothes that you wear D
        (
 [D])Material possessions
         G Won't matter up there A
         D And someday in heaven
           When the Angels all sing G
         D These rags that I'm wear'n
        (
 [A])Will be fit for
 [A] king(
 [C])(
 [G])(
 [D])
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 [D])

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

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

 C He knows soon in heaven G
 D He'll be homeless no more
 G And his work will soon echo D
 E From that far distant shore