I'm either all in or all out I'm in the wooden pew Sunday party crowd If no one else will drink it then you know I will And wake up in the morning with some Baptist guilt Every tattoo's got a story to tell Mama said she's prayin' hard to keep me outta hell But whiskey tastes better when you chase it with a beer But I ain't telling nothing new to nobody here
If I'm preachin' to the choir Raise your hands a little higher If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song Let me see you sparking up your lighters Pour a little payday on the fire If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream Then you're just like me And I'm preachin' to the choir Preachin' to the choir
I ain't rich but I'm grateful Every time I'm driving with a tank full "Simple Man" coming through the dashboard speakers I'm a southern rock sinner, believer
If I'm preachin' to the choir Raise your hands a little higher If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song Let me see you sparking up your lighters Pour a little payday on the fire If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream Then you're just like me And I'm preachin' to the choir
Nothing like bourbon and the blues Smoke ring hallelu's Breaking our backs, bending the rules Southern dry, deep-fried, hearts of gold Hell, but you already know
That's right!
Cause I'm preachin' to the choir Raise your hands a little higher If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song Let me see you sparking up your lighters Pour a little payday on the fire If you're a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream Then you're just like me And I'm preachin' to the choir Yeah, I'm preachin' to the choir I'm either all in or all out Cause I'm preachin' to the choir That's right!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
