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Well he walked into the bar room ragged pants and an overcoat. When at first I saw him I thought he was a joke. When he started preaching I almost dropped my beer thought John The Baptist had walked in here. In his hand he held a bible and he had scary look. He could quote the scriptures without opening the book He wasn't to good looking he wouldn't drive the ladies wild. But I'll have to say he damn sure had his style.



He said heaven's almost big as Texas. Angels sing like Charley Pride. And I'll bet you'll say Jesus looks a lot like Waylon hoss And when he plays there ain't no place to hide.



Well he preached about ten minutes then he gave the alter call. Eighty old drunks and four barmaids have their backs to the wall. I held on to my barstool so hard my hands turned white He looked like he knew where I was that night.



He said heaven's almost big as Texas. Angels sing like Charley Pride And I'll bet you'll say Jesus looks a lot like Waylon hoss And when he plays there ain't no place to hide.



He went out the back door and vanished into the night. It took a quart of Jim Bean to get me over the fright I don't know where he was going and I didn't catch his name But if I go to hell he won't be to blame.



He said heaven's almost big as Texas Angels sing like Charley Pride. And I'll bet you'll say Jesus looks a lot like Waylon hoss And when he plays there ain't no place to hide.



Yeah and when he plays there ain't no place to hide.