Lyrics

Playing Cards With God

James Hooker

I don´t mind the coming of the Lord.
It´s alright with me if he comes tonight.
I can always use another hand at cards.
solitaire ain´t my game.

And if the sounding of The Trump, means I gotta dress up.
Better start right here right now.
Might even shave this thatched hut I´m carrying round on my face -
gotta clean up my act for The Lord.

I got socks in the sink - dishes on the floor.
Got a shower hasn´t been used in days.
And He´s gonna be pretty mad when he sees my sorry state.
But I bet He´s seen worse further north.

And if the Devil shows up, I´m slammin the door in his face.
Cause God´s got better whiskey and He doesn´t cheat at cards.
But I got some explainin to do.
Gotta clean up my act for Te Lord.

I don´t know what to expect.
I´m scared to death.
I gotta sit down face to face and talk to this Man.
I got some explainin to do.
Gotta clean up my act for The Lord.
Some fearsome fast talkin to do.
Gotta clean up my act for The Lord.