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.

And I don't 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 preacher's son can go to hell

And I don't 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.

Yeah, I know that I'll get over him in time

But right now forgiveness ain't something I can find.

And I don't feel like hallelujah

With this aching in my chest

So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and marlboro reds

Drinking, and I'm a mess

Yeah, I'm drinking in my sunday best.

When I pulled up to that church of christ

Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking

It's somethin' silly

Hell, jesus turned water into wine

Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha

Whoo, I'm drunk

Hahaha...