I left my family and my home
To fight the battle on my own
I stole a car and drove away
But in my head St Paul did say:

Glorify the Lord above
With your drink and making love
Glorify the Lord, my son
With your whiskey and your gun

I shot my foe, now I feel bad
I beat my wife, now I feel sad
I cursed my brother and my friend
I broke my mother's heart again

Glorify the Lord above
With your drink and making love
Glorify the Lord, my son
With your whiskey and your guns

Now tune my heart and tune my strings
And see what giving thanks might bring
For all I have was always thine
But I was fool to think it mine

We'll glorify the Lord above
With your drink and making love
Glorify the Lord, my son
With your whiskey and your gun
Well, if you stay or if you go
Or if you stand or you're brought low
We'll drink the wine
We'll eat the bread
But don't forget what Jesus said:

"Glorify the Lord above
With your drink and making love
Glorify the Lord, my son
Till your work on Earth is done"

I said to

Glorify the Lord above
If you've plenty, if you've none
Glorify the Lord, my son
With your whiskey and your gun