Richard Thompson OBE (born 3 April 1949, Notting Hill, London) is a British singer/songwriter and guitarist. Highly regarded for his guitar techniques, Thompson was awarded the Orville H. Gibson award for best acoustic guitar player in 1991. Similarly, his songwriting has earned him an Ivor Novello Award and, in 2006, a lifetime achievement award from BBC Radio. Thompson made his debut as a recording artist as a member of Fairport Convention in September 1967.
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GOD LOVES A DRUNK- Richard Thompson
F#m F#mAEF#m Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven? DC#mAB Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain? F#mAEF#m No more D.T.s and no shakes and no horrors EDAB Very next morning you'll feel right as rain
G#mD#mG#mD#m Cos God loves a drunk, the lowest of men EBC#D# Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen EF#m And a drunk's only trying to get free of his body EF#m And soar like an eagle high up there in Heaven EF#m His shouts and his curses they're just hymns and praises G#mF#E To kick start his mind now and then G#mC#Em O God loves a drunk, raise up your glasses, amen
Does God really care for your life in the suburbs A dull little life full of dull little things And bring up the babies to be just like daddy And maybe you'll be there when he gives out the wings
But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool He wets in his pants and he falls off his stool He can't hear the insults and whispers go by him As he leans in the doorway and he sings Sally Racket He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body And soak through his clothes to the skin O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven? Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love I pity you worms with your semis and pensions If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above
But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown You can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down He don't give a cuss for what people think of him He screams at his demons alone in the darkness He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen