You know, I worked the Big Packet show   In Fort Worth, Saturday night   We had all day Sunday to rest and relax   Before I caught another flight      So I decided to walk downtown   An' get myself a little fresh air   Before long, I found myself in front of a big Church   On the corner of the square      Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street   It wure was a beautiful sound   So I just walked up the steps   An' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down      But before I could, a young man walked over to me   An' said, "Excuse me, sir   But I can't let you in with that big black hat   Those jeans, that beard an' long hair?      So I just left, went back outside   Sat down on that curb   An' I thought to myself, that's the house of the Lord   That guy's got a hell of a nerve   Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please      So right there, in front of that Church   I just knelt down on my knees   I said, Lord, I know I don't look like much   But I didn't think You'd mind   I just wanted to be with your people, Lord   It's been a long time      A while ago, I saw a wino over there in the alley   All bent over in tears   An' I thought how one stained glass window from this Church   Would feed his family for years      Then there's those fine cars parked outside   Too many for me to count   Made me think how people walked for days   To hear Your sermon on the mountain      Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord   Singin' like they really love it   Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show   Drinkin' beer and screamin', ?Sing Shove It!?      You know, even John the Baptist   Wouldn't be welcome in this place   With his coat made of camel hair   An' sandals on his feet an' a long beard on his face      You know, Lord, when You come back to get Your children   An' take 'em beyond the clouds   To live forever in Heaven with Ya   Well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd      You know, Lord, I'm not perfect   Some even call me ?No Account'   But I'll tell You, I believe a man is judged   By what's in his heart, not his bank account      So if this is what religion is   A big car and a suit an' a tie   Then I might as well forget it Lord   'Cause I can't qualify      Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out   Didn't I see a picture of You?   With sandals an' a beard?   Believe You had long hair too"      Well, this is Paycheck, signing off   I'll be seein' you Lord, I hope