Richard Thompson

Will there ^F#m be any ba ^A rtenders u ^E p there in H ^F#m eaven?
Will the pu ^D bs never c ^C#m lose, will the gl ^A ass never dra ^B in?
^F#m No more D. ^A T.s and no sh ^E akes and no h ^F#m orrors
V ^E ery next mor ^D ning you'll f ^A eel right as r ^B ain
Cos G ^G#m od loves a d ^D#m runk, the l ^G#m owest of ^D#m men
Like the d ^E ogs in the s ^B treet and the ^C# pigs in the ^D# pen
And a dr ^E unk's only trying to get f ^F#m ree of his body
And so ^E ar like an eagle high ^F#m up there in Heaven
His sh ^E outs and his curses they're ^F#m just hymns and praises
To k ^G#m ick start his m ^F# ind now and t ^E hen
O G ^G#m od loves a drunk, ra ^C# ise 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
(from Rumour and Sigh, 1991)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)