Song parody of
The Outlaw's Prayer
by Johnny Paycheck
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You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound
So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said, "Excuse me, Sir
But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard and long hair"
So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that curb, an I thought to myself
That's the house of the Lord, that guy's got the hell of a nerve
Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees
I said, "Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind
I just wanted to be with your people, Lord, it's been a long time"
A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears
And I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years
Then there's those fine cars parked outside, too many for me to count
Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount
Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it
Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show
Drinkin' beer, screamin, "Sing 'Shove It'"
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of camel hair an' sandals on his feet and a long beard on his face
You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, and take 'em beyond the clouds
To live forever in Heaven with you, well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd
You know, Lord, I'm not perfect, some even call me no count
But I'll tell you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, and not his bank account
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify
Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you?
With sandals and a beard, believe you had long hair too
Well, this is Paycheck, signing off
I'll be seein' you Lord
I hope"
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound
So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said, "Excuse me, Sir
But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard and long hair"
So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that curb, an I thought to myself
That's the house of the Lord, that guy's got the hell of a nerve
Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees
I said, "Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind
I just wanted to be with your people, Lord, it's been a long time"
A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears
And I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years
Then there's those fine cars parked outside, too many for me to count
Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount
Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it
Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show
Drinkin' beer, screamin, "Sing 'Shove It'"
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of camel hair an' sandals on his feet and a long beard on his face
You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, and take 'em beyond the clouds
To live forever in Heaven with you, well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd
You know, Lord, I'm not perfect, some even call me no count
But I'll tell you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, and not his bank account
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify
Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you?
With sandals and a beard, believe you had long hair too
Well, this is Paycheck, signing off
I'll be seein' you Lord
I hope"
