Norma Waterson

God Loves a Drunk
Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven?Will the pubs never close? Will the glass never drain?No more DTs and no shakes and no horrorsThe very next morning, you feel right as rain'Cause God loves a drunk, lowest of menLike the dogs in the street and the pigs in the penBut a drunk's only trying to get free of his bodyAnd soar like an eagle high up there in heavenHis shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praisesTo kick-start his mind now and thenO God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amenDoes God really care for your life in the suburbs?Your dull little life full of dull little thingsAnd bring up the babies to be just like daddyAnd maybe I'll be there when he gives out the wingsBut God loves a drunk, although he's a foolOh he wets in his pants and he falls off his stoolAnd he can't hear the insults, and whispers go by himAs he leans in the doorway and he sings sally racketHe can't feel the cold rain beat down on his bodyAnd soak through his clothes to the skinO God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amenLetras de cancionesWill 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 pensionsIf you think that'll get you to the kingdom aboveOh God loves a drunk, although he's a clownOh you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls downBut he don't give a curse for what people think of himHe screams at his demons alone in the darknessHe's staying alive for just one more pint bottleWon't you throw him a few pennies, friend?Ah God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen From Letras Mania