Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Is it mine, Lord is it mine? When everything's dark and nothing seems right, I know that there's a reason why I need to be alone I need to find a silent place that I can call my own There's nothing to win and there's no need to fight I never cease to

Bring it out so we can sing it out At night when the stars are near Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know? All of my life I felt that you were listening Watching for ways to help me stay in tune Lord of my dreams, although confusion Keeps trying to

Oh Lord I feel fine today, I'm walking on cloud nine today. I'm over that line today, Happiness is finally mine today. I guess I'm just a lucky guy And I'm prepared to tell you why. It's strictly on account Of my sweet potato pie. I'm the fellow that she

Lord, take me and mine before that comes And, Lord, I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Yes but I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Well, this life that I've live has took me

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

I have myself a silver blade The edges sharp, the handle bone A little thing of silver made Now it's the only thing I own Once I knew a lordling fine I heard him whistle as he rode And I was bold to call him mine The shoes upon his horse were gold One

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to