God loves the common people

God loves the common people.

Here’s his church and here’s his steeple.

But where are all the people?

They’re not allowed in,

’cause it’s too crowded.

There’s no one in there,

but the preacher.

Yes, God loves the common people.

God loves the common man.

He never builds upon the sand.

He builds his house upon a rock.

He uses sand to make a clock.

A house divided cannot stand.

And a clock divided never ran.

Yes, God loves the common man.

God loves the common ma’am.

She’s on the road, ’cause that’s the plan.

If there’s a fork, then she must take it.

If it’s a knife, she must forsake it.

God loves the common ma’am.

God loves the common people.

They can not steal or hit a triple,

they can not single,

’cause they’re too feeble.

But if they homer, well, it ain’t over

til it’s over.

Because, God loves the common people.

Yes, God loves the common people.