Well I've never been one to walk the line
But pass me that jug and I'll be fine
Yeah, I'll be fine

I'm a walking contradiction
I love whiskey and God
One more draw and I'll be praising the Lord

Yeah, praise the Lord

I'm livin' my life

I'm living in sin
I'm doin' my best
But I would do it again

Yeah
I'd do it again


You can keep your money-makin'-suburban-Jesus
I'll be poor and inherit the world
Argue all Sunday 'bout how He sees us

You can find out at the liquor store
The Saint are all sinners with grace
And the winners knowin' they'd be last

And they can kiss my $$#
Yeah


Jesus is a lie
War is a (*##$
My wife had once said, "just $#&@in' deal with it"

Yeah, just $#&@in' deal with it
And I love my wife
She's my best friend

But I've got a thousand more in my right hand
Yeah, in my right hand


So when I die turn me around
So they can kiss my $$# before they lay me down
Yeah, six feet in the ground


You can keep your money-makin'-suburban-Jesus
I'll be poor and inherit the world

Argue all Sunday 'bout how He sees us
You can find out at the liquor store
The Saint are all sinners with grace

And the winners knowin' they'd be last
And they can kiss my $$#
Yeah