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Album: Miscellaneous (2007)
Artists: Garth Brooks

  1. A Friend To Me
  2. Ain't Goin' Down ('Til The Sun Comes Up)
  3. American Honk Tonk Bar Association
  4. Belleau Wood
  5. Callin' Baton Rouge
  6. Cowboy Cadillac
  7. Do What You Gotta Do
  8. Fit For A King
  9. Friends In Low Places
  10. Friends In Low Places (Long Version)
  11. How You Ever Gonna Know
  12. I Don't Have To Wonder
  13. If Tomorrow Never Comes
  14. In Another's Eyes
  15. It's Your Song
  16. Long Neck Bottle
  17. Lost In You
  18. Mr. Blue
  19. Much Too Young (Too Feel This Damn Old)
  20. New Way To Fly
  21. Papa Loved Mama
  22. Rodeo
  23. Same Old Story
  24. Shameless
  25. Standing Outside The Fire
  26. Take The Keys To My Heart
  27. Tearin' It Up (And Burnin' It Down)
  28. That Summer
  29. That's The Way I Remember It
  30. The Beaches Of Cheyenne
  31. The Dance
  32. The Fever
  33. The Night I Called The Old Man Out
  34. The River
  35. The Thunder Rolls
  36. The Thunder Rolls (Long Version)
  37. You Happy Puppet


Garth Brooks
Miscellaneous
Fit For A King
His pulpit's a corner
On 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel
His one claim to fame
He hurls fire and brimstone
At the cars passing by
And he offers salvation
For the savior on high
His khakis are tattered
And he ain't bathed in weeks
His bout with the bottle
Shows up on his cheeks
He looks like a scarecrow
A sight to behold
As he works for the shepherd
Bringin' lambs to the fold
He points to the Bible
He holds in his hands
Says I'm proof that the good Lord
Can save any man
Son, it ain't what you're driving
Or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions
Won't matter up there
And someday in heaven
When the angels all sing
These rags that I'm wearin'
Will be fit for a king
He's fighting a fever
In spite of the chill
He pull up his collar
And he speaks of God's will
His body is weakened
But his faith is still strong
For he's filled with conviction
For the mission he's on
He knows soon in heaven
He'll be homeless no more
As his work will soon echo
From that far distant shore
Son, it ain't what you're driving
Or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions
Won't matter up there
And someday in heaven
When the angels all sing
These rags that I'm wearin'
Will be fit for a king
And someday in heaven
When the angels all sing
These rags that I'm wearin'
Will be fit for a king
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