God Loves A Drunk Lyrics

Song	God Loves A Drunk
Artist	Richard Thompson
Album	Rumor And Sigh
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	作词 : 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
	Very next morning you feel right as rain
	O God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
	With the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
	But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body
	And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
	His shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
	To kick-start his mind now and then
	O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
	Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
	A dull little life of dull little things
	and bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
	And maybe you'll be there when He gives out 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 sings Sally Racket
	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 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
	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 few pennies, friend
	God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen

	zuo ci : 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
	Very next morning you feel right as rain
	O God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
	With the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
	But a drunk' s only trying to get free of his body
	And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
	His shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
	To kickstart his mind now and then
	O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
	Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
	A dull little life of dull little things
	and bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
	And maybe you' ll be there when He gives out 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 sings Sally Racket
	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 penpushers up there in Heaven?
	Does clerking and wageslaving 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 few pennies, friend
	God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen

	zuò cí : 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
	Very next morning you feel right as rain
	O God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
	With the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
	But a drunk' s only trying to get free of his body
	And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
	His shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
	To kickstart his mind now and then
	O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
	Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
	A dull little life of dull little things
	and bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
	And maybe you' ll be there when He gives out 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 sings Sally Racket
	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 penpushers up there in Heaven?
	Does clerking and wageslaving 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 few pennies, friend
	God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen

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