Ive found religion at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Bean Ive drank through holy water, now my soul is clean. The bar taker is my preacher, and their care will deliver me From this life, Ive been a livin fool, a sinnin misery Cause were all goers at the West Point saloon This bar stool is my confession booth We all gather for communion, lets all drink until were blind Its okay cause they say that Jesus turned that water into wine Well, all your sins are forgiven, everybody get in line Well, offer up their tithing, cause its almost closing time Cause were all goers at the West Point saloon This bar stool is my confession booth This is my religion, these are church pews This fall is my steeple and my praise is the blues Well everybody gave em what part of the truth Everybodys welcome spreading the news Cause were all goers at the west point saloon This bar stool is my confession booth Cause were all goers at the west point saloon This bar stool is my confession booth This bar stool is my confession booth
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