Chords for Ashley McBryde - Gospel Night At The Strip Club (Acoustic)

I used to play this bar in North Little Rock called Reno's.
I usually played, once in a while,
I played like 10 to two, 10 to one,
just depending on how many people were in the bar
at the time.
And this guy is there.
He's in like a white shirt, not like a clean white shirt,
like a worked in it all day white shirt,
and some cargo pants, and they are the same
like white creamy color as, he looks like he paints houses.
About 20 till 10, he comes up and says,
what time do you start, honey?
And I said, about 20 minutes.
And he pulls out a $100 bill and hands it to me
and says, how about this to start right now?
_ I went to the stage.
Of course I will start right now.
And at the time, my gas can is my tip jar.
So I took a plastic gas can, cut the top out of it
where the nozzle goes, and just wrote on a piece of paper,
gas money, and taped that to the front.
So I throw that in the tip jar.
_ As I'm doing the show, every once in a while,
he'll walk up and say things like,
I'm starving for you, I'm starving for you,
and throw more money in the tip jar.
Sing another one.
Like I'm not gonna sing another one, right?
Of course I'm gonna sing another one.
So I get on break and he has bought
the entire bar around of Fireball.
_ _ And I go up to him on the break and I said,
hey man, thanks for that.
What's your name?
I'd love to tell everybody who to thank for their shot.
And he said, it doesn't come from me,
it comes from the Lord.
And of course I make a joke and I go,
congratulations everybody,
Jesus just bought you a round of Fireball.
_ And he said, did you know God chose you?
And I was like, yes, I know God chose me.
_ He's like, no, I mean God chose you.
You're the accidental preacher.
And I just thought he was a really strange individual.
_ And he sat down next to my friend Heidi
_ for the rest of the night.
And I never saw him ever again.
He left before I was done breaking down. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's gospel night at the strip club.
_ [G] I've been sleeping in my car.
_ _ _ I leave the singing service _ [D] with a half-assed tune guitar. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Brandy singing back up. _ _
Lonnie's tending bar.
_ _ We're just waiting for [D] more sinners to show [G] up. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Crystal just started dancing.
[A] She's always right on [G] point. _
_ _ She don't mind if you don't tip her,
as [D] long as you slip her a joint. _ _ _
[G] _ _ Patty's got an upper _ to get her through her shift
_ _ and a downer so [D] she can lay down with her [G] kids. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ ♪ Hallelujah, _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G]
hallelujah, _ Jesus loves _ drunkards and drunkards.
♪
♪ [D] And the whores and the queers. _
_ [G] _ ♪
♪ Hallelujah, _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ hallelujah, would you _ recognize him, [D] ♪
♪ if he bought you a [G] beer? _ _ _ _ _ _
♪
Lonnie, he's a listener. _
He should have been a priest. _ _ _
It's the same confession _ [D] on a bar stool or your knees.
_ _ _ [G] He makes a mean Manhattan, but he [C] ain't drank since [G] 93. _ _
_ Does the last call benediction. _ _
[D] Then he wipes the bar slate [G] clean. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ ♪ Hallelujah, _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
hallelujah, _ Jesus loves drunkards, ♪
[D] ♪ and the whores and the queers.
_ [G] _
_ ♪
♪ Hallelujah, _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ hallelujah, _ would you recognize him, ♪
♪ [D] if he bought you [G] a beer? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
♪
The same old dirty dollars [C] just keep getting passed around
_ _ [G] _ to whoever needs them most.
_ _ [D] I guess that's me right now.
_ _ [G] Cause I'm staring at this Jackson
someone laid [C] here at my feet.
_ _ [G] _
That's gas in my old Honda. _ _ _
[D] _ Something warm [G] to eat. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ ♪ Hallelujah, _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ hallelujah, _ Jesus loves the drunkards, ♪
♪ [D] and the whores and the queers.
_ _ [G]
♪
♪ _ Hallelujah, _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] hallelujah, _ he laid down a 20-year-old, ♪
♪ [D] and then he _ [G]
disappeared.
_ _ _ _ ♪
And months later, I get a text from Heidi that said,
did you ever see that guy again?
I said, no, I've never seen him ever again.
She said, do you want to know what he did for a living?
And I said, I know what he did for a living,
he paints houses.
And she goes, no, he's a carpenter. _ _
_ _ He's a carpenter.
Guess what his name was?
_ _ _ I know you're like, Jesus.
No, it wasn't his name.
His name was Harold.
_ Even crazier, as in like Hark the Herald Angels Sing.
What all [C] did he put in the tip jar that night?
_ _ And this is at a time, remember,
where I'm driving everywhere in my truck,
which is not a new truck,
and I'm playing for tips and for whatever,
they'll pay me an hour and free food.
And this is a time where I'm really, really struggling.
And literally, this is a choice between
when to buy gas and when to buy food.
And I'm crashing on bartenders' couches
and people that I meet at the bar,
this is where I am.
And happily, happily in my life, this is where I am.
_ _ That guy put 15 $100 bills in the tip jar,
which took care of every worry I had for more than a month.
_ I'm not gonna get weird and fruity spiritual
or whatever [B] you're afraid of, but I can't explain it. _ _ _ _ _