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GOD LOVES A DRUNK
(Richard Thompson)

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,
And the very next morning you feel right as rain.

But God loves a drunk, the lowest of men,
Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen;
But a drunk's only trying to get free from his body,
And he soars like an eagle high up there in heaven,
And his shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
To kick-start his mind now and then.

God loves a drunk. Come 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,
And he wets in his pants, and he falls off his stool,
And he can't hear the insults and whispers go by him
As he leans in the doorway and sings 'Sally Rackett',
And he can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body
And soak through his clothes to the skin.

God loves a drunk. Come raise up your glasses. Amen.

Will there be any pen pushers up there in Heaven?
Does clerking 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,
And you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down,
And he don't give a curse for what people think of him,
And 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.

(As sung by Norma Waterson)