Sunday a morning was a fight I was running from a clip on tie it took daddy's belt to get me in my Sunday's best
Lord suffer would go on past Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass I was starving to death because I didn't know Jesus yet
But I was saved by a month old Twinkie in my corduroy coat When every head bowed, every eyed closed
Amazing grace Don't make a sound Or mama's going to wear that back side out, While shouting Hellulaj If you raised your hand Or came on down To repent of your sins They'll be a little kid Staring a hole right through you But I was no angel So i wasn't going to throw no stone When every head bowed, every eye closed
Pass a plate in 'Alter call' Every verse if I surrender all Squirming in my seat Tummy growling like a grizzly bear
Hit the door as the service closed Hoped in the car, burned up the road To the KFC Because I'm going to beat the Catholics there
While they were still confessing| We were blessing our mashed potatoes With every head bowed, every eye closed
While daddy says grace Put that fork back down Or mama's going to wear that back side out, While shouting Hellulaj I could have sworn I lost 15 pounds Lust for finger licking Greasy fried chicken Burns a whole right through you While daddy's still praying Everybody's dinner done got cold With every head bowed, every eye closed
Well god never struck me down Yes, he thought it was a pretty good show (show, show) Every head bowed, every eye closed Every head bowed, every eye closedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
