I live on a fault line between judgement and forgiveness A good rain hasnt come around in a while Mary works a combine and speaks every day to Jesus Shes good for a joke but rarely a smile Twenty years now and there Ive done some thinking I thought once Id shoot her in the head Havent had a cold one since Mary gave up drinking But theres a cache of whiskey in the shed She wont quit singing that old time religion Old time religion She wont quit singing that old time religion When I was young I never dreamed Id be a farmer Mary drilled it in my head When Rachel was born Mary said I was thinking shed look different I just she looks just like her dad Shes off at school now, she dont come around til Christmas Stays only a day or two Mary tries to tell me its just on account of the distance And I say No, its cause of you She wont quit singing that old time religion Old time religion Old time religion She wont quit singing that old time religion That old time religion She wont quit singing that old time religion I live on a fault line between judgement and forgiveness A good rain hasnt come around in a while
religion, mary, quit, old, singing