Lyrics

Mister loosen that tie And don't bother with your tent Oh I expect there'll be a few stars tonight My soul don't need no savin' And I reckon everybody in this town's Been saved a few times before We all drink a little whiskey And we all play a few cards But the Holy Ghost runs free in these hills We've got four chords and the gospel If you want to sing a few hymns While the children dance barefoot in the grass We've all seen our share of sorrows We've all learned to give and to borrow Our barn's been full and our barn's been bare They say a cord of three strands Ain't easily broken Oh we've got four chords and the gospel, babe We've all seen our share of sorrows We've all learned to give and to borrow Our barn's been full and our barn's been bare They say a cord of three strands Ain't easily broken Oh we've got four chords and the gospel, babe We've got four chords and the gospel, babe
Writer(s): John Kovasckitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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