Sin Wagon

He pushed me 'round and now I'm drawin' the line
He lived his life, now I'm gonna go live mine
I'm sick o' wastin' my time
Well, now, I've been good for way too long
Found my red dress, 'n I'm gonna throw it on
I'm 'bout to get too-far-gone

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of my twelve-ounce nutrition
One more helpin' o' what I've been havin'
I'm takin' my turn on the sin-wagon

On a mission to make somethin' happen
I feel like Delilah lookin' for Sampson
Do a little mattress-dancin'
That's right, I said: Mattress-dancin'

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin-wagon

When it's my turn to march up to Glory
I'm gonna have one hell of a story
That's if He forgives me
Oh Lord, please, forgive me

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me with my feet draggin'
But I'll fly away on a sin-wagon

I'll fly away on a sin-wagon