Everyone suspected, oh well his time was near
Cause lately he'd been talking about the Lord and leaving here
He said if I fight the devil, when I die I know I'll lose
To sing my soul to heaven, before the devil gets the news
Well everybody cried, when poor old Willie died
And his old flat top guitar was sat on Willie left behind
They took it to the graveyard when they laid him down to rest
Someone tuned it up and answered Willie's last request
The tavern choir
From Marvin's bar
On Wine Street gathered round
They believed when his soul passed through heaven's golden gate
Before his body touched the ground
They sang amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I come to the garden alone
The tavern choir
From Marvin's bar
On Wine Street sang old Willie home
There's an old flat top guitar on the wall behind the bar
And somewhere there's a twinkle in a far distant star
And I'll bet old Satan raised some hell
When he finally got the news that he was right here
That the only soul that Willie left was on a pair of his worn out shoes
The tavern choir
From Marvin's bar
On Wine Street gathered round
They believed when his soul passed through heaven's golden gate
Before his body touched the ground
They sang amazing grace, how sweet the sound



Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I come to the garden alone
The tavern choir from Marvin's bar
On Wine Street sang a witty home
We believe they sang a witty home
We believe they sang a witty home