[Verse] Well, I pulled up To that church of Christ With a broken heart And bloodshot eyes Too hungover to go inside So, I hung my head and drove on by [Chorus] And I dont feel like Hallelujah With this aching in my chest So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds Drinking in my Sunday best Thought I really, really knew him well He was the one, far as I could tell But last night I caught him with somebody else And yeah, that preachers son can go to hell And I dont feel like Hallelujah With this aching in my chest So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds Drinking in my Sunday bst [Bridge] Yeah, I know that Ill get over him in tim But right now forgiveness aint something I can find [Chorus] And I dont feel like Hallelujah With this aching in my chest So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds Drinking, and Im a mess Yeah, Im drinking in my Sunday best [Outro] When I pulled up to that church of Christ Oh, Im gonna be here just drinking Its somethin silly Hell, Jesus turned water into wine Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha Whoo, Im drunk Hahaha
drinking, marlboro, backroad, sack, aching