Dialogue #4

Good afternoon Mr. Corrs (go to hell) Don't wish me that, the headache behind my left eye is bad enough (Yes and he is the God of love) (And do you not know that the God that created the Heavens and the Earth) (The God that delivered a whole nation) Sunday preachers, men I don't need to hear no preacher this morning Where those guys come off at anyway? Well they ain't all bad Well they ain't all good Some people need preachers or somebody To tell 'em right from wrong you know? Not me man You're not a needer, I guess Unless you know whatelse is wrong like last night Here I am, sick, sober and sorry again, and I (Promised) I ain't sorry men, I ain't sorry at all In fact I think I'm in heaven Lil pop there, little hair, the dog that bit me last night You know I gotta How about cleaning the windshield off, I gotta drive you know? (For real?) My Grandpa was a preacher Country preacher from Carolina Yeah, and I bet he made a lot of money too He didn't make any money He got anything, it was earned He did weddings, funerals, preached twice a week, visited the sick everyday He was a Boys Scout Master, a marriage counselor A fighter, and a wild horse rider and a windmill operator (hey stop getting funny) How can, hey, how can you criticise preachers? I bet you don't know one single preacher (come on men) You know as well as I do men they talk holy, holy all the time And everyone of them's got some trash in their closet There, there ain't no man that's all good No man is all bad either (man) My Grandpa wasn't all talk like I said, you know He served the people, he didn't ask for money Because he knew them poor people out there didn't have it He worked in the fields through the week to support himself Side by side with the people he preached to on Sunday I guessed they believed him on Sunday Because they knew they could believe him on Monday