Fortner Brothers 4 Christ - Honky Tonk Missionary Lyrics

He was in a booth at Tootsies
With a cold one in his hand
Thinking about her leaving him
Running off with his best friend
He lit himself a cigarette
Flicked the ashes in stale beer
Laid his head down on the table
And tried to hide some tears
He heard the creaking of a chair
And lifted up his eyes to find
An old man with his Bible
His eyes were soft and kind
He put his hand upon his shoulder
And said with a smile
Son, I've been sent by Jesus
Can I talk to you a while
He's the honky-tonk missionary
Looking for sheep on Music Row
Searching the bars on Broadway
Where the hurting people go
He's been spat upon and cussed out
Yet unafraid of the devil's rage
He's the honky-tonk missionary
Looking for someone to save
He said, Mister, I've never been to church
No, I'm not a religious man
Why would Jesus send you to me
He said, friend, just take his hand
They prayed out loud together
And he knew he'd see him through
A barmaid asked the old man
Can I pray with you too
He's the honky-tonk missionary
Looking for sheep on Music Row
Searching the bars on Broadway
Where the hurting people go
He's been spat upon and cussed out
Yet unafraid of the devil's rage
He's the honky-tonk missionary
Looking for someone to save
Some are called to take the gospel unto a foreign land
But who will go where the whiskey flows
Looking for a broken man
He's the honky-tonk missionary
Looking for sheep on Music Row
Searching the bars on Broadway
Where the hurting people go
He's been spat upon and cussed out
Yet unafraid of the devil's rage
He's the honky-tonk missionary
Looking for someone to save
He's a honky-tonk missionary
Just looking for a soul to be saved