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Late for church again |
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Never seem to be on time |
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Hear the bells as they peal through the holler |
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Doesn't sound like a friend of mine |
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A hundred eyes turn as |
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I enter Face burnin' as |
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I walk past pews |
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I can tell they think |
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I'm a sinner |
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Hear them whisper while |
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I'm watching my shoes |
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Only seat left is right up front |
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I'm not a bit surprised |
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Back is soft but the seat is hard |
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Why can't they get it right? |
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Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger |
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Mom and Dad follow every last word |
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All this hollerin' makes me wonder |
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Does a whispered prayer get heard? |
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Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder |
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Fire and brimstone pouring down |
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Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner |
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Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round |
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Everybody's got their own |
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Heaven They all find it their own way |
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I am an angel |
