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