Hallelujah Anyway - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Son this ain’t a barn, know what I called you here for?

You’s the last young

bachelor in

This place, and it’s claimed you give your life for God’s grace

Mr.Beerbohm you heard it true I love the Lord, my family, and you

Son I’m here to prove you wrong, when you see the proof you’ll be joining me in

song.

Your

Lord don’t know you, your families disgraced, I love you too, so I get you

through the gate.

I’m

Old and dried but my daughters clean, Son, are you catching what I mean?

I need a male to carry on

My name, upon your seed I lay claim

But Mr. Beerbohm the doctors say that with your daughter no man can lay.

If a child passes from

Your daughters legs, then she’ll pass too, to the end of her days.

Mr.

Beerbohm what’s with that

Gap-toothed grin?

Tobacco spit hanging from your chin

Son your Lord works in mysterious ways, but in the end someones got to pay!

I wanted nothing to do with his word I tripped and ran through the frame of his

door.

I jumped

Inside my '41 Ford and I screamed Sanctuary Lord!

The building I chose is

hummed from within

I knew this was the place that my Lord was in. I put my right foot on the first

step of 'The Catholic

Name Church', I could hear them calling too me, they sang 1…2…3…

Hallelujah… Hallelujah…

I put my left foot on the next step almost through the door, they sang it

louder out for the Lord

They sang 1…2…3…

Hallelujah… Hallelujah…

I screamed my love out for the Lord as I burst and tripped through the frame of

the door.

I ran

Hard down the worn-oak aisle and my banished brother from a pew he smiled

I didn’t steal I borrowed, but the town disagreed, Mr. Beerbohm said, 'Son,

come with me.'

I brought on our family much disgrace, nice to see my brother own up to his fate

I ran further down the aisle and seen, my stillborn brother that never did

breathe

Greetings brother, we finally meet, I’m the one who soiled our sweet ma’s feet.

I fell out hit the

Ground, Ma and me made no more sound.

That’s when Beerbohm came, said, 'what a

Disgrace,' picked me up, brought me to this place… you love your family…

you work for

The Lord… we's both here… you wonder what for?

I came to the pulpit fell upon my knees, asked, 'Lord, this can’t be what you

planned for me?'

I

Bent my neck, should I look upon my Lord?

I prepared myself for His word.

The silence

Slammed into my head, it burst out my ears and bounced around the black oak

walls

Holding up the Catholic Name Church.

But that racket was soft compared to the

whack

Smack his tobacco spit made as it burst upon my forehead.

Through his

gap-toothed smile

Mr.Beerbohm spoke his word

You will use your life-work for another, but you will not be pure and clean as

your

People think is a necessary requirement.

You will touch my daughter,

she will pass on as

You’s two’s continue my name for me.

We all must make sacrifices, however,

as luck will

Have it, it’s yours truly who does the choosing.

And if you choose to uselessly

turn too

Your obstinance and misguided notions,…I will be there!

To titter in your

face!

And if

You still choose to turn away,… I will be there to mock your every move!

It’s a waste of

Your talent… truly it’s a waste of effort.

You think your family is disgraced

now?

Well

Don’t get me started.

But you can rectify it son.

If you show me some grace and

acknowledge

A stronger power.

Put your effort to use son… start by singing

That’s when I heard them doors open again, saw stick-like teen Miss Lady

Beerbohm step

Gracefully through the doors frame.

I looked over her hips that were no wider

than my

Thigh and thought about being unclean with her.

I reasoned that I would be

fighting the

Same fight, only in a different manner, with a different weapon.

Sometimes people, the only

Way to win is to admit that you lose.

And you’ll lose too, that’s the only way,

but do it with

Grace and sing Hallelujah Anyway

Hallelujah… Hallelujah…