Arrival In Moss Bluff Preacher Paul chords

[G]I enter into town under cover of night,
afraid there w[C]on't be space
for a stra[D]nger in these swamps othe[G]rwise, between the sun and the bathtub gin.

I pray my cover isn't blown by the neon lights
stabbing do[C]wn on the parking l[D]ot of
Grandma Mar[G]ie's Royal Windmill Inn.

But the cur[Em]tains stay closed,
and the do[G]ors stay locked, [Em]
all the way up and do[D]wn the block,
as I wa[G]lk into my room to turn in.
By the n[C]ame of Jesus Christ, [D]
this ground shall stand clear of s[G]in.

The drawer is empty in my room's desk,
but in a wo[C]rld of heathens I come ar[D]med to the teeth
with the Tru[G]th of the Light and the Word.
Flip to Job 38:3, murder my dou[C]bts lest I be
the on[D]e who is questioned by the K[G]ing of all that walks the Earth.

It's Sat[Em]urday night in Moss[G] Bluff.
The s[Em]ins of this weekend, only the dev[D]il knows what,
but in my s[G]oul it's always a bright Sunday morning.
By the na[C]me of Jesus Christ, [D]
this ground shall stand clear of s[G]in.
By the na[C]me of Jesus Christ, [D]
this ground shall stand clear of s[G]in.