Whiskey Drinkin' Preacher chords by Chuck Cannon

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Verse 1
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There's
a whiskey
drinkin' preacher
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Underneath the old train trestle
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A polish and a spoon he found
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with the tail of his Sunday shirt
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And just like Jesus, he talks in parables
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And  with a trembling
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crooked finger,
he draws pictures in the dirt
Pictures in the dirt
And sittin' on some old blue milk crates
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Is a  smelly congregation
And when life dealt out their cards
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Hard luck come up in spades
The preacher said, I got good news
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The good Lord loves me and you
Amen, said the hooker
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And the hollow -eyed boy with AIDS
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the hollow -eyed boy with AIDS.
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And then the preacher
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prayed a prayer
and served communion,
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shared some wine and day -old bread
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out of his grocery cart,
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and laid a worn -out Gideon Bible
on an old drum pulpit.
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And then he preached this sermon
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We all live by heart
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Every sinner's got a future
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And every saint's got a past
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And everybody's   got a someday
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When the first shall be the last
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So don't let the devil tell you
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That the die's already cast
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Every sinner's got a future,
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and every saint's got a past.
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Hallelujah. Now we'd
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all hit rock bottom,
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but we all found redemption
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when the good Lord shined His light
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on this unlikely holy place.
And the sun burst out from behind a cloud
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And  it should not go unmentioned
That the downtown church of Pap,
Oregon
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Started playing Amazing Grace
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Amazing Grace
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When the whiskey -drinking
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preacher
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served communion
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He shared some wine and day -old bread
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out of his grocery cart.
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He laid a worn -out Gideon Bible
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on an old drum pulpit.
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Then he spoke these words
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that cut right to the heart.
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Every sinner's got a future,
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and every saint's got a past.
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Everybody's got a Sunday
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when the first shall be the last
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So don't you let the devil tell you
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that the die's already cast
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Cause every sinner's got a future
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and every saint's got a past
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There's a whiskey -drinking
preacher
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Underneath the old train trestle
Polishing a spoon he found
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With the tail of his Sunday shirt