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The Gospel According to Carl

05:15
Rich Krueger
2018
Rich Krueger

Lyrics

I'm wearing a big bow tie

Time was I could sell you anything

Even the pyramids along the Nile

Just crack open the odometer and roll back the miles

Flash a smile

Rattle those keys

Watch the beater roll off the lot

Like a set of old bones

And if you don't get fifty miles before the brakes just fail

Well even Jesus had no guarantees

Guess I was blessed with an honest face

I took religion at an early age

I played this cripple with an offering plate

As Daddy saved souls from a soap box stage

When he passed he left me that gift

Christ, the man could sell you anything...I mean anything

But damn my soul to hell somehow I pissed it away

Behold a broken salesman's fall from grace

Can't you hear the bells?

There's a church at the end of the road

The congregation's redeeming

And from up here on the steeple

You can look down at all the people praying

 Praying take me back before I lost my faith

Take me back when I could look you in the eye

Shake your hand and lie straight to your face

Those were my glory days

No prick of a conscience to get in the way

Who'd ever guess it'd be over

And there weren't no accidents to shake my confidence

Since the news, I've hardly been sober

They had me clean out my desk

I swore they'd be begging me to come back

When the new guy leaned back in my old chair and said,

'Look pal, don't make us laugh'

I guess that he knew my wife

Who said the same thing the week before

Then slammed the door.

Oh and they're so sure that I got no where to go

You can tell 'em, it's me and my maker tonight

Can't you hear the bells ringing?

There's a church at the end of the road

The congregations is singing

And from up here the steeple, you feel a little bit closer to our Jesus.

And I'm still wearing that big bow tie

Along with every piece of clothes I own

And it says here it looks like rain

On page four of the newspaper parasol

Next the photo of a family who lost control of their vehicle

On their way home

Christ, the time was I could sell you anything

Jesus, lead me on home

Can't you hear the bells ringing?

There's a church at the end of the road

The congregations is screaming

As I let go of the steeple

Catch me Jesus. I'm falling.