Bourbon Man

(Tom T. Hall)



(I have a very good friend in Nashville Tennessee who is a

semiprofessional wino and during one of our recent and frequent

conversations we got to talk about his religious philosophy

And as far as I could determine this is the way he feels about it.)



Lord can a drunk go to heaven

Well, frankly I don't see why not

If the Lord loves the weak and the weary

Well, how come he can't love a sot.



Now I don't drink to hurt anybody

Why I love everybody I meet

I can quit any time but I don't want to

And in fact I quit three times last week.



Now lemme tell you bout some of them preachers

Lord, you know some of 'em ain't worth a dime

Why they're flirtin' with all of them widders

Hmm yeah, and one is a widder of mine.



Oh, I hear people prayin' so fancy

Why they'd be better off a sendin' you mail

Lord, if they could've heard me last Sunday

Well. I'd've prayed 'em right out of that jail.



Now Lord. if a drunk gets to heaven

To walk on that great Golden Strand

Would you give me a spot and the shade of a tree

And remember I'm a bourbon man...