Uploaded August 2022 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Johnny Paycheck performing The Outlaw's Prayer LIVE
Lyrics:
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound
So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said: Excuse me, Sir
But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard an' long hair
So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that kerbing, an I thought to myself:
That's the house of the Lord. That guy's got the hell of a nerve
Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees
I said: Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind
I just wanted to be with your people, Lord: it's been a long time
A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears
An' I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years.
Then there's those fine cars parked outside: too many for me to count
Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount
Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it
Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show: drinkin' beer, screamin: 'Sing Shove It.'
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of Camel hair an' sandals on his feet an' a long beard on his face
You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, an' take 'em beyond the clouds
To live forever in Heaven with you: well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd
You know, Lord, I'm not perfect; some even call me no count
But I'll tell you: I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, not what's in his bank account
So if this is what religion is: a big car, a suit an' a tie
Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify
Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you?
With sandals an' a beard. Believe you had long hair too.
Well, this is Paycheck, signing off
I'll be seein' you Lord, I hope.
--
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Johnny Paycheck performing The Outlaw's Prayer LIVE
Lyrics:
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound
So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said: Excuse me, Sir
But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard an' long hair
So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that kerbing, an I thought to myself:
That's the house of the Lord. That guy's got the hell of a nerve
Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees
I said: Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind
I just wanted to be with your people, Lord: it's been a long time
A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears
An' I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years.
Then there's those fine cars parked outside: too many for me to count
Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount
Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it
Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show: drinkin' beer, screamin: 'Sing Shove It.'
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of Camel hair an' sandals on his feet an' a long beard on his face
You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, an' take 'em beyond the clouds
To live forever in Heaven with you: well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd
You know, Lord, I'm not perfect; some even call me no count
But I'll tell you: I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, not what's in his bank account
So if this is what religion is: a big car, a suit an' a tie
Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify
Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you?
With sandals an' a beard. Believe you had long hair too.
Well, this is Paycheck, signing off
I'll be seein' you Lord, I hope.
--
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