I'm hungover as hell
Going through it too
It ain't hard to tell looking at myself in my rearview
I'm sorry Miss Jackson
Playing on the FM
Ooh but the only song in my head is just as I am
Yeah the people passing by
Think I'm up to no good
Like I'm going somewhere that they never would
Yeah I ain't going where the wild things are
I ain't going to the cigarette store
I ain't going to the bar to check in on the Tennessee score
I'm just having me a talk with the man
Sinning, my whole soul's on a search
Yeah they might judge me on this two lane road
Little do they know I'm going to church
I'm going to church
I guess there's just some things
You can't outrun
There ain't no back pew in this truck
So I'm forced to sit in the front
And ain't it funny how he's working
In mysterious ways
Yeah I skip my share of sermons so he brought one to this Chevrolet
I ain't going where the wild things are
I ain't going to the cigarette store
I ain't going to the bar to check in on the Tennessee score
I'm just having me a talk with the man, sinning
My whole soul's on a search
They might judge me on this two lane road, but little do they know
I'm going to church
I'm going to church
Mmm yeah
Didn't need a revelation night aromas
Not a cop to call me home
Who would of thought
It'd be a Saturday morning
When he saved my soul
When he saved my soul
I ain't going where the wild things are
I ain't going to the cigarette store
I ain't going to the bar to check in on the Tennessee score
I'm just having me a talk with the man
Sinning my whole soul's on a search
They might judge me on this two lane road, but little do they know
I'm going to church
I'm going to church
Mmm
To save you, to save your soul through him
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