preachin' to the choir

i'm either all in or all out

i'm in the wooden pew sunday party crowd

if no one else will drink it then you know i will

and wake up in the morning with some baptist guilt

every tattoo's got a story to tell

mama said she's prayin' hard to keep me outta hell

but whiskey tastes better when you chase it with a beer

but i ain't telling nothing new to nobody here

if i'm preachin' to the choir

raise your hands a little higher

if you wanna sing along to a saturday night revival song

let me see you sparking up your lighters

pour a little payday on the fire

if you're a forty drinking

forty working

living the dream

then you're just like me

and i'm preachin' to the choir

preachin' to the choir

i ain't rich but i'm grateful

every time i'm driving with a tank full

simple man" coming through the dashboard speakers