Drive-By Truckers - Late For Church lyrics

rate me

Late for church again

Never seem to be on time

Hear the bells as they peal through the holler

Doesn't sound like a friend of mine

A hundred eyes turn as I enter

Face burnin' as I walk past pews

I can tell they think I'm a sinner

Hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes

Only seat left is right up front

I'm not a bit surprised

Back is soft but the seat is hard

Why can't they get it right?

Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger

Mom and Dad follow every last word

All this hollerin' makes me wonder

Does a whispered prayer get heard?

Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder

Fire and brimstone pouring down

Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner

Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round

Everybody's got their own Heaven

They all find it their own way

I am an angel

lyrics by Adam Howell/Patterson Hood

music by Drive-by Truckers