G for Jesus

On a lowly night like any other, in a place I'm known to go To croon a song to a patient throng of folks that you might know I sang the songs of hard times, hard feelings and hardened hearts But nothing seemed to grab them until a patron he remarked: Won't you play it in G for Jesus And let your holy spirit show Keep your pains and your midnight trains And onto higher ground you'll go Don't sing the songs about whiskey And I'm so lonesome that mama tried Play it in G for Jesus and you might leave this bar alive So I swallowed hard and scanned the bar For an exit I might tread It occurred that I might could see the light If it meant I could earn my bread I strummed this chord to the waiting lord And fixed him in my gaze And no minor key escaped me While old Gabrielle's trumpet played And I played it in G for Jesus I let my holy spirit show I kept my pains and my midnight trains And onto higher ground I'll go I won't sing the songs about whiskey And I'm so lonesome that mama tried I'll play it in G for Jesus Though none of us leave this world alive No you won't leave this world alive None of us leave this world alive