God Loves A Drunk
Richard ThompsonVersion1
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Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven?
Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain?
No more D.T.s and no shakes and no horrors
Very next morning you'll feel right as rain
Cos God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
And a drunk's only trying to get free of his body
And soar like an eagle high up there in Heaven
His shouts and his curses they're just hymns and praises
To kick start his mind now and then
O God loves a drunk, raise up your glasses, amen
Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
A dull little life full of dull little things
And bring up the babies to be just like daddy
And maybe you'll be there when he gives out the wings
But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool
He wets in his pants and he falls off his stool
He can't hear the insults and whispers go by him
As he leans in the doorway and he sings Sally Racket
He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body
And soak through his clothes to the skin
O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven?
Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love
I pity you worms with your semis and pensions
If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above
But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown
You can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down
He don't give a cuss for what people think of him
He screams at his demons alone in the darkness
He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle
Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend
God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen
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Readable chord sheet for God Loves A Drunk by Richard Thompson
[F#m] W[F#m]ill there [A]be any bart[E]enders up the[F#m]re in Heaven? W[D]ill the pub[C#m]s never close, wil[A]l the glass ne[B]ver drain? N[F#m]o more D.T.[A]s and no shake[E]s and no horro[F#m]rs V[E]ery next morn[D]ing you'll fee[A]l right as rain[B] C[Abm]os God loves [Ebm]a drunk, the[Abm] lowest of[Ebm] men L[E]ike the dogs [B]in the street a[C#]nd the pigs i[Eb]n the pen A[E]nd a drunk's only trying to[F#m] get free of his body A[E]nd soar like an eagle h[F#m]igh up there in Heaven H[E]is shouts and his curses they[F#m]'re just hymns and praises T[Abm]o kick start his[F#] mind now and [E]then O[Abm] God loves a drunk, r[C#]aise up your glasses, a[Em]men Does God really care for your life in the suburbs A dull little life full of dull little things And bring up the babies to be just like daddy And maybe you'll be there when he gives out the wings But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool He wets in his pants and he falls off his stool He can't hear the insults and whispers go by him As he leans in the doorway and he sings Sally Racket He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body And soak through his clothes to the skin O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven? Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love I pity you worms with your semis and pensions If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown You can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down He don't give a cuss for what people think of him He screams at his demons alone in the darkness He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen