Fit For A King Chords by Joe Diffie
Tempo:
58.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Dm
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm]
[Dm] [G] His pulpit's a corner on 19th and Main, [C] His grip on the gospel, his one [G] claim to fame.
[D] He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing [G] by,
While he offers [Gm] salvation [D] from the Savior [Gm] on high.
His [G] [Dm] [G] khakis are tattered, he ain't bathed in weeks,
[C] Spouts with a bottle [D] show up on [G] his cheeks.
He looks like a scarecrow, a sight to behold,
[C] But he works for [G] the shepherd, [D] bringing lambs to [G] the fold.
[D] He points to [C] the Bible [G] he holds in his hand,
Says [C] I'm proof that the good Lord [A] can [C] save any man.
[G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear.
Material possessions won't matter [D] up there.
[G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [Dm] a king.
[C] [G]
He's fighting a fever, but in spite of the chills,
He pulls up his collar [C] and [G] speaks of God's will.
His body is weakened, but his faith is still strong.
[C] He's still left [G] conviction [D] for the mission he's on.
Cause the mansion [C] is waiting, he'll [G] be homeless no more,
And his words will soon echo [A] from that [C] far distant shore.
[G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear.
Material possessions [C] won't matter [D] up there.
[G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [G] a king.
Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll [G] slay,
[Eb] [G] And these rags that I'm wearing will be fit [Dm] for a king.
[C] [G]
[Dm] [G] His pulpit's a corner on 19th and Main, [C] His grip on the gospel, his one [G] claim to fame.
[D] He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing [G] by,
While he offers [Gm] salvation [D] from the Savior [Gm] on high.
His [G] [Dm] [G] khakis are tattered, he ain't bathed in weeks,
[C] Spouts with a bottle [D] show up on [G] his cheeks.
He looks like a scarecrow, a sight to behold,
[C] But he works for [G] the shepherd, [D] bringing lambs to [G] the fold.
[D] He points to [C] the Bible [G] he holds in his hand,
Says [C] I'm proof that the good Lord [A] can [C] save any man.
[G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear.
Material possessions won't matter [D] up there.
[G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [Dm] a king.
[C] [G]
He's fighting a fever, but in spite of the chills,
He pulls up his collar [C] and [G] speaks of God's will.
His body is weakened, but his faith is still strong.
[C] He's still left [G] conviction [D] for the mission he's on.
Cause the mansion [C] is waiting, he'll [G] be homeless no more,
And his words will soon echo [A] from that [C] far distant shore.
[G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear.
Material possessions [C] won't matter [D] up there.
[G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [G] a king.
Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll [G] slay,
[Eb] [G] And these rags that I'm wearing will be fit [Dm] for a king.
[C] [G]
Key:
G
C
D
Dm
Gm
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] [G] His pulpit's a corner on 19th and Main, [C] His grip on the gospel, his one [G] claim to fame.
_ [D] He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing [G] by,
While he offers [Gm] salvation [D] from the Savior [Gm] on high.
His [G] _ _ [Dm] _ [G] khakis are tattered, he ain't bathed in weeks,
[C] Spouts with a bottle [D] show up on [G] his cheeks.
He looks like a scarecrow, a sight to behold,
[C] But he works for [G] the shepherd, [D] bringing lambs to [G] the fold. _
[D] He points to [C] the Bible [G] he holds in his hand,
Says [C] I'm proof that the good Lord [A] can [C] save any man. _ _
[G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear. _ _
Material possessions won't matter [D] up there. _
[G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [Dm] a king. _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ He's fighting a fever, but in spite of the chills,
He pulls up his collar [C] and [G] speaks of God's will. _
His body is weakened, but his faith is still strong.
[C] He's still left [G] conviction [D] for the mission he's on.
Cause the mansion [C] is waiting, he'll [G] be homeless no more,
And his words will soon echo [A] from that [C] far distant shore.
_ _ [G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear.
_ _ Material possessions [C] won't matter [D] up there.
_ _ [G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [G] a king.
_ _ Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll [G] slay, _ _
[Eb] _ _ [G] And these rags that I'm wearing will be fit [Dm] for a king.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] [G] His pulpit's a corner on 19th and Main, [C] His grip on the gospel, his one [G] claim to fame.
_ [D] He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing [G] by,
While he offers [Gm] salvation [D] from the Savior [Gm] on high.
His [G] _ _ [Dm] _ [G] khakis are tattered, he ain't bathed in weeks,
[C] Spouts with a bottle [D] show up on [G] his cheeks.
He looks like a scarecrow, a sight to behold,
[C] But he works for [G] the shepherd, [D] bringing lambs to [G] the fold. _
[D] He points to [C] the Bible [G] he holds in his hand,
Says [C] I'm proof that the good Lord [A] can [C] save any man. _ _
[G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear. _ _
Material possessions won't matter [D] up there. _
[G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [Dm] a king. _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ He's fighting a fever, but in spite of the chills,
He pulls up his collar [C] and [G] speaks of God's will. _
His body is weakened, but his faith is still strong.
[C] He's still left [G] conviction [D] for the mission he's on.
Cause the mansion [C] is waiting, he'll [G] be homeless no more,
And his words will soon echo [A] from that [C] far distant shore.
_ _ [G] Son, it ain't what you're driving, or the clothes that you wear.
_ _ Material possessions [C] won't matter [D] up there.
_ _ [G] Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll slay,
[G] And these rags that I'm wearing [D] will be fit for [G] a king.
_ _ Someday in heaven with the angels [C] I'll [G] slay, _ _
[Eb] _ _ [G] And these rags that I'm wearing will be fit [Dm] for a king.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _