Текст: Bobby Pinson. One More Believer.
This world's enough to break a man's heart
Make him question who's in charge
And then you ask me to believe
What I can't see
Well, my TV sold me some sin
Said anything goes, so I bought in
I've tried it all, a time or two
Didn't have much use for you
I've said Your name in vain before
I've let the devil drive my Ford
Read Jesus saves, on a bathroom door
Just before I passed out
How come You didn't strike me dead?
Sent me and angel instead
She sing in the choir and I'm hell on the preacher
But God You got You one more believer
She lays out the Sunday clothes I wear
Without her I ain't got a prayer
God, You got You a good one there
Shining' your light
And I'm no expert on the word
I can't quote You chapter and verse
But I've heard You love the worst ones too
And I'm the proof
I've said Your name in vain before
And I've let the devil drive my Ford
Read Jesus saves, on a bathroom door
Just before I passed out
How come You didn't strike me dead?
Sent me and angel instead
She sings in the choir and I'm hell on the preacher
But God, You got You one more believer
I've said Your name in vain before
And I've let the devil drive my Ford
Read Jesus saves, on a bathroom door
Just before I passed out
How come You didn't strike me dead?
Sent me and angel instead
She sings in the choir and I'm hell on the preacher
God, You got You one more believer
Oh God, You got You one more believer
Make him question who's in charge
And then you ask me to believe
What I can't see
Well, my TV sold me some sin
Said anything goes, so I bought in
I've tried it all, a time or two
Didn't have much use for you
I've said Your name in vain before
I've let the devil drive my Ford
Read Jesus saves, on a bathroom door
Just before I passed out
How come You didn't strike me dead?
Sent me and angel instead
She sing in the choir and I'm hell on the preacher
But God You got You one more believer
She lays out the Sunday clothes I wear
Without her I ain't got a prayer
God, You got You a good one there
Shining' your light
And I'm no expert on the word
I can't quote You chapter and verse
But I've heard You love the worst ones too
And I'm the proof
I've said Your name in vain before
And I've let the devil drive my Ford
Read Jesus saves, on a bathroom door
Just before I passed out
How come You didn't strike me dead?
Sent me and angel instead
She sings in the choir and I'm hell on the preacher
But God, You got You one more believer
I've said Your name in vain before
And I've let the devil drive my Ford
Read Jesus saves, on a bathroom door
Just before I passed out
How come You didn't strike me dead?
Sent me and angel instead
She sings in the choir and I'm hell on the preacher
God, You got You one more believer
Oh God, You got You one more believer
Pinson, Bobby