Another Sunday morning, hungover and blue

Smellin' like cigarettes and beer

My mouth is dry, got bloodshot eyes

And my head splittin' in two

Church bells ringin' in my ear



The high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those

sanctuary pews

But I'm gonna hang around my crib

Cause I don't like dressin' up

I don't own a pair of Sunday shoes

And I refuse to be another hypocrite



Oh when I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost

And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth



My grandma told me "Boy, you better straighten up

Cause you're swervin down a bumpy road."

She said "Put that damned old bottle down and pick your

Bible up

Get back in church, put on a choir robe"

Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in line behind the

preacher

Hell, he's probably more messed up than me

Always talkin' 'bout damnation, cursin' every

unbeliever

Who's he to judge? Who's he to condemn me?



When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost

And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth



Half a loser, I'm half a winner

I'm half a saint, and I'm half a sinner

I feed my soul on Sunday dinner

I'm every man of god

When times get hard, I hit my knees

And I praise the lord when he blesses me

I do my best to keep him pleased

I'm every man of god

I'm every man of god



When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost

And when I meet my maker I know he's gonna smile at me

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth