“Master Debator Blues” 🎵

[Verse 1]
Well I was raised up Catholic, thought I had it all right,
Crossin’ myself in the mornin’, sayin’ prayers at night,
But the preacher kept a-preachin’ ‘bout the Trinity three,
And I looked in the mirror, saw the devil in me!

[Chorus]
I got the Master Debator Blues, pickin’ strings of sin,
Just a-strokin’ my pen with a harlot grin,
Blind as a bat in a papal disguise,
Probating God’s will with my lawyer lies!

[Verse 2]
There’s the Unholy Father, sittin’ high on the throne,
Got a fish hat crown but his gospel’s on loan,
Then the sons of Adam, writin’ surnames down,
Sellin’ grace for a dollar in the legal town.

[Chorus]
I got the Master Debator Blues, strummin’ Babylon’s song,
Been dancin’ with the harlot just a bit too long,
Breathin’ dead breath in a corporate state,
When free grace knocks, I best not wait!

[Verse 3]
That Unholy Spirit is a paper machine,
Blowin’ hot air like a legal fiend,
But the gospel truth cut through the fog,
Ain’t no pope can stand ‘gainst the Lamb of God!

[Chorus]
I got the Master Debator Blues, but I’m breakin’ these chains,
Throwin’ off the fiction of the papal reigns,
No more strokin’ that pen ‘til I’m legally blind,
I found God’s free grace, left the pope behind!

[Outro – Banjo Pickin’ Breakdown]
Yeehaw! Stroke your banjo, not your pen,
Grace is free, don’t sell it again,
Babylon’s fallin’, let the saints all sing,
Jesus is Lord, not the pope or the king!