No time like now To get on the road If you wanna get out You got to be true True to yourself Or you'll be a fool To somebody else No time at all Here we go to church on Sunday mornin'

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for Sunday, you ain't go to church though I still bless you, but you know what come first though You gon' get this Rollie off

Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

It's the same old you The same old you Cause until I get to leaving It's just the same old me too When you get to drinking When you're on the town In church on Sunday Getting high when the sun goes down And I think I'm done with you

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything's all right I'm not getting any younger as long as you don't get any older I'm not going to state that yesterday never was Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Played a tambourine so well Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass "Might be snakes there in that grass" Soothed a local unwed mother Used to

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Keep me satisfied Good enough for me Don't go to church on Sunday Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the Bible I got my own special way

Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow Have you ever been baptized in the cool winter water On a Sunday morning when the sky was gray? You filed out of the churchyard, so cold it was silver To gold, tan, and blue cars, and the cars

Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied