Everyone suspected, oh well his time was nearCause lately he'd been talking about the Lord and leaving hereHe said if I fight the devil, when I die I know I'll loseTo sing my soul to heaven, before the devil gets the newsWell everybody cried, when poor old Willie diedAnd his old flat top guitar was sat on Willie left behindThey took it to the graveyard when they laid him down to restSomeone tuned it up and answered Willie's last requestThe tavern choirFrom Marvin's barOn Wine Street gathered roundThey believed when his soul passed through heaven's golden gateBefore his body touched the groundThey sang amazing grace, how sweet the soundI come to the garden aloneThe tavern choirFrom Marvin's barOn Wine Street sang old Willie homeThere's an old flat top guitar on the wall behind the barAnd somewhere there's a twinkle in a far distant starAnd I'll bet old Satan raised some hellWhen he finally got the news that he was right hereThat the only soul that Willie left was on a pair of his worn out shoesThe tavern choirFrom Marvin's barOn Wine Street gathered roundThey believed when his soul passed through heaven's golden gateBefore his body touched the groundThey sang amazing grace, how sweet the soundAmazing grace, how sweet the soundI come to the garden aloneThe tavern choir from Marvin's barOn Wine Street sang a witty homeWe believe they sang a witty homeWe believe they sang a witty home