歌曲歌詞
Go
All right
I'm either all in or all out
I'm in the wooden pew
Sunday morning 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 preaching to the choir
Preaching 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