"Honky Tonk Preacher" lyrics
He said "I met Jesus on a bender one night
Through the smoke and the neon, I saw the light
I sat there in wonder, how could it be
That He cared about an old sinner like me
He told me how Peter denied Him three times
And how ol' King David fell once or twice
About love and forgiveness, mercy and grace
How a tomb was left empty when a stone rolled away"
He's a honky-tonk preacher on Saturday nights
His church is a dancehall full of liquor and lights
He's tellin' a story he knows all too well
About a highway to Heaven off a dead end to hell
He don't do it for the money, the show or the fame
He's a honky-tonk preacher, fit for a king
He said "I spent years in the bottom of a glass
Chasin' that demon, a ghost from the past
'Til I hit rock bottom and all I could see
Was a hand reaching out where a nail used to be"
He's a honky-tonk preacher on Saturday nights
His church is a dancehall full of liquor and lights
He's tellin' a story he knows all too well
About a highway to Heaven off a dead end to hell
He don't do it for the money, the show or the fame
He's a honky-tonk preacher, fit for a king
Then he left me with this, a soft spoken word
No fire or brimstone, just salt of the earth
A few simple verses from first John 3
He's a honky-tonk preacher, he's fit for a king
Through the smoke and the neon, I saw the light
I sat there in wonder, how could it be
That He cared about an old sinner like me
He told me how Peter denied Him three times
And how ol' King David fell once or twice
About love and forgiveness, mercy and grace
How a tomb was left empty when a stone rolled away"
He's a honky-tonk preacher on Saturday nights
His church is a dancehall full of liquor and lights
He's tellin' a story he knows all too well
About a highway to Heaven off a dead end to hell
He don't do it for the money, the show or the fame
He's a honky-tonk preacher, fit for a king
He said "I spent years in the bottom of a glass
Chasin' that demon, a ghost from the past
'Til I hit rock bottom and all I could see
Was a hand reaching out where a nail used to be"
He's a honky-tonk preacher on Saturday nights
His church is a dancehall full of liquor and lights
He's tellin' a story he knows all too well
About a highway to Heaven off a dead end to hell
He don't do it for the money, the show or the fame
He's a honky-tonk preacher, fit for a king
Then he left me with this, a soft spoken word
No fire or brimstone, just salt of the earth
A few simple verses from first John 3
He's a honky-tonk preacher, he's fit for a king
