Angels Singin’ the Blues

© Pete Merrigan Music BMI

In walks a man nobody knows,
Three day old beard, in his one suit of clothes
Asks for some water in a glass made for wine
The coin he lays down’s bound to be his last dime 

“I once was a preacher,” he said with a grin.
“But too much religion is just one more sin.”
Drew back a swallow and with a wink and a nod
said, “These days I’m feeling much closer to God.”

Now I’ve got nothing but these holes in my shoes
I tried giving up but my spirit refuses
When I’m down on my knees, searching for clues
I can almost hear angels singing the blues

People stopped talking and listened instead
His eyes were wide open and the last thing he said
Was, “Doubt is a sea of worthless regret
Love is the lighthouse, and my sails are set.”

Now I’ve got nothing but these holes in my shoes
I tried giving up but my spirit refuses
I’m down on my knees, searching for clues
I can almost hear angels singing the blues

You never know who’s passing through
The stranger is really no stranger than you.
Always more there than first meets the eyes
A prince is no less in a pauper’s disguise.

All out of nothing, holes in my shoes
I tried giving up but my spirit refuses
I’m down on my knees, searching for clues
I can almost hear angels singing the blues
I swear I hear angels now singing the blues.