For he's filled with conviction for the mission he's on
And someday in Heaven when the angels all sing
He looks like a scarecrow, s sight to behold
Well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king
And he offers salvation for the savior on high
And someday in Heaven when the angels all sing
He pulls up his collar and he speaks of Gods will
As his work will soon echo from that far distant shore
Son, it ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you wear
Says I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man
His khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks
Material possessions won't matter up there
He's fighting a fever but in spite of the chill
His body is weakened but his faith is still strong
Well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king
Someday in Heaven when the angels all sing
Well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king
Son, it ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you wear
As he works for the shepherd bringin' lambs to the fold
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passing by
His 'bout with the bottle shows up on his cheeks
He knows soon in Heaven he'll be homeless no more
He points to the Bible, he holds in his hands
Material possessions won't matter up there
