(Kinky Friedman, Roger Friedman)
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He was just an old-time preacher on the ol’ time radio
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But they never learn to listen till they lived enough to know.
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I used to walk out on that porch when mama’d turn the durn thing on
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To the Gospel accordin’ to John.
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Her mail-order prayer shawl fell across her silver hair,
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Her sad eyes saw a better world when John came on the air.
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Mama had someone to turn to ? she was rockin’ all night long
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To the Gospel accordin’ to John.
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You see, she was a blind believer in John’s bible beatin’ game.
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He’d heal ‘em, wheel ‘em, deal ‘em, bless ‘em in Heaven’s name.
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Onward Christian soldiers, just a dollar and a half
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Buys a photo of Jesus with an autograph.
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And Jesus was a-watching from the table by the door
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When that rockin’ chair grew silent and that shawl fell to the floor.
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I walked out on that porch because I couldn“t find a prayer
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When a kindly voice come a-cracklin’ ‘cross the air.
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Said, “Folks, them righteous times are comin“, I say, they’re comin’ right on back.
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You can hop that gospel train,” he said, “from both sides of the track.
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Some people prayin’, keep a-listenin’, keep a-helpin’ out the show,
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‘Cause ol’ John’s with you anywhere you go.”
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Now some folks claim the Scriptures are the only living truth,
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Others swear by Peter, Paul or Matthew, Mark or Luke,
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Ah but there ain’t a nicer passage just to sail a dream upon
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Than the gospel accordin’ to John.
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He was just an old-time preacher but he answered mama’s call,
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His words may never save a soul, but his faith could heal us all.
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‘Cause life's a sacred pilgrimage whatever trip you’re on
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And that's the gospel accordin“ to John.
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Recitation:
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God bless you, John ? you ol’ devil ...
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The Gospel Accordin' To John
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| Kinky Friedman |
