Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Well if I've done somebody wrong, Lord, have mercy if you please. I used
why I've come to pray You see all I have inside All the things I try to hide Jesus, I believe that You are there And You're listening to this sinner
fallen angel She'll set up a kill I'm a saint Sinner She's a sinner Sinner She's a sinner Sinner She's a sinner Sinner She's a sinner Sinner, sinner
me mad All of us don't know what we should know, maybe one day we'll know, I must hold it back inside But anyway we've got to make a stop. When the sinner
quite the same What do we have? Seven brides for seven sinners What do we need? Hollers, guns, and rolling oats What do we have? Seven brides for seven sinners
, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day? Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to? Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to? Oh, sinner
Never realized how much she brought to the table Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table used to be No couch, no bed, no heirloom antique
I believe that gas is too damn high An' there ain't nothin' more American than Mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in peace But I don't believe
I know where I come from How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool The scars on my knuckles Match these scuffs on these
One, two, three These boots have counted off many a band Playin' one night roadhouse stands for tips an' empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe
She was pacing back and forth on her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel in my daddy's Ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor
It was my senior year, I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams I had an offer on the table, a four year ride 'Til that
There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An' get loud, an'
sinners like me La de dah, de dah, la de dah, dah de, de Here?s to a long line of sinners like me I come from a long line of sinners like me
Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road Let alone in angry weather That's what I tell everyone I know Now that I know better That's a lesson I wish
These four walls of Fort Worth Are closin' in on me My final meter's over An' they're gonna set me free I can feel the fire's a burnin' As the devil
One, two One, two, three I woke up early this mornin? An? I?m already runnin? late There?s a list of things on as my arm I wanna get done today Is it
I wear a greasy ball cap, I like my shirt untucked I spend Saturdays working on my truck I don't like to fight but I ain't scared to bleed Most don't