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(album: Whitsitt Chapel - 2022)


I'm hungover as hell, I'm going through it too
It ain't hard to tell looking at myself in my rearview
"I'm sorry, Miss Jackson" playing on the FM
Ooh, but the only song in my head is "Just As I Am"
Yeah, the people passing by think I'm up to no good
That I'm going somewhere where they never would

I ain't going where the wild things are, I ain't going to the cigarette store
I ain't going to the cold beer bar to check in on the Tennessee score
I'm just having me a talk with the man, sending my whole soul on a search
They might judge me on this two lane road, but little do they know
I'm going to church, I'm going to church

I guess there's just some things you just can't outrun
There ain't no back pew in this truck, so I'm forced to sit in the front
And ain't it funny how he's working in mysterious ways?
Hell, I skipped my share of sermons, so he brought one to this Chevrolet

I ain't going where the wild things are, I ain't going to the cigarette store
I ain't going to the cold beer bar to check in on the Tennessee score
I'm just having me a talk with the man, sending my whole soul on a search
They might judge me on this two lane road, but little do they know
I'm going to church, I'm going to church

Didn't need a revelation out of Romans
An altar call to call me home
Who'd have thought it'd be a Saturday morning
When he saved my soul?
When he saved my soul

I ain't going where the wild things are, I ain't going to the cigarette store
I ain't going to the cold beer bar to check in on the Tennessee score
I'm just having me a talk with the man, sending my whole soul on a search
They might judge me on this two lane road, but little do they know
I'm going to church, I'm going to church

But to save the world, to save you
To save your soul through Him, Christ
Jesus Himself is telling you that whoever hears His word
And believes in The One who sent Him
Will have eternal life and will not be condemned

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