Preacher in a Bar

He was peeling red-letter labels off of brown glass bottles

Talking 'bout Jesus like he was the 13th apostle

Only planned on having one or two

But I sat there on that barstool pew

Hanging on every word of that half-drunk gospel

And the beer was cold

And the lights were dim

And that jukebox sure

Wasn't playing no hymns

But I know that night I was supposed to meet

A preacher in a bar on Church Street

That preacher in the bar on Church Street

He said forgiveness ain't easy, but it's damn sure something to try for

And that there ain't no love like a love that you're willing die for

And how we all need amazing grace

And, girl, I just kept seeing your face

That's why I'm praying you'll hear me here knockin' on your front door

And the beer was cold

And the lights were dim

And that jukebox sure

Wasn't playing no hymns

But I know that night I was supposed to meet

A preacher in a bar on Church Street

That preacher in the bar on Church Street

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, he mighta been an angel

Hell, he might've been crazy

But all I know is I'm right here, baby

And the beer was cold

And the lights were dim

And that jukebox sure as Hell

Wasn't playing no hymns

But I know that night I was supposed to meet

A preacher in a bar on Church Street

Nobody's words ever spoke to me

Like the preacher in a bar on Church Street

That preacher in a bar on Church Street

Oh, whoa