I came limpin’ from the long, dark mile With nothin’ but a curse and a crooked smile The preacher said “Boy, you best repent,” I said “Lord already knows where my footprints went.” Heaven’s got a backdoor, open just a crack For the ones too wild to ever turn back Singin’ hallelujah on a borrowed chord Get me to the light I ain’t never earned, Lord I seen mercy in a bottle’s last drip And angels playin' poker on a Sunday ship Choir in the alley, tambourines in sin Still knockin’ on the door with a devilish grin Heaven’s got a backdoor, open just a crack For the bruised and the busted, dressed in black Testify in boots still covered in mud Singin’ glory with a voice full of flood I ain’t holy but I know the sound Of chains breakin’ when the saints ain’t around No steeple, just a field of rust and bone Where the Spirit dances when you stand alone Heaven’s got a backdoor, they don't talk about For the ones who scream when the rest just shout Grace ain’t pretty, it crawls and fights But it carried me clean into the light So I’ll knock once more, with my busted soul If You’re listenin’, Lord, You already know That a sinner’s song don’t ask for more Just a crack of hope... in that backdoor.
