Hell, Fire and Brimstone

Hell, Fire and Brimstone
(Bennie Boling, 40 Horse Mule Music, BMI)
bennieboling@comcast.net


As he opens up his Bible, he pours a strong drink from the bottle
A disciple of the King James, but a prisoner to Jim Beam
Soon as he starts consuming, there's a Spirit that takes over
He starts shouting 'bout Salvation, and second coming of the King
(chorus)
Preachin' Hell, Fire and Brimstone, from that corner stool he sits on
With people lookin' on, like he has gone insane
He's one broken down disciple, with his bottle and old Bible
Leading lost souls to Jesus, at Bubba's Bar on 3rd and Main
(verse)
Most every night you'll find him, down at Bubba's, testifying
No, he don't have a home, least here on earth that you can see
They say he's runnin' from his callin, and the bottle is his down-fallin'
But the Lord still can use him, while he's living on the street
(bridge)
Come morning he'll be crashin, sleeping off his night of passion
Crown Royal in his pocket, under his head that old King James
With a cardboard sigh beside him, that says He's coming soon accept Him
Or burn in Hell without Him, brother can you spare some change
(chorus)
Preachin' Hell, Fire and Brimstone, from that corner stool he sits on
With people lookin' on, like he has gone insane
He's one broken down disciple, with his bottle and old Bible
Leading lost souls to Jesus, at Bubba's Bar on 3rd and Main
Leading lost souls to Jesus, at Bubba's Bar on 3rd and main
( Preachin' Hell, Fire and Brimstone )