Sunday Saints

You can say whatever you like
About the way we were raised up
Done some wrong, done some right
A few things we ain't proud of

We keep a Bible by the bed and
We keep a bottle in the cabinet
I'll be the first to admit
Got some good and we got some bad habits

We're the cold beer raisers and last call chasers
And fourth quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't back downers and stand our grounders
And up with the sun-ers after out all night, yeah
Yeah, we're hell bent on calling Heaven home when He calls our name
We're the don't stop believers, the somewhere in between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints

We stay out too late
And probably run a little too hard
Throw some money in the plate
Throw the rest in a tip jar

Still got a few prayers left to pray
Still got a little road left to run
But it's good to know, I ain't the only one

We're the cold beer raisers and last call chasers
And fourth quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't back downers and stand our grounders
And up with the sun-ers after out all night, yeah
Yeah, we're hell bent on calling Heaven home when He calls our name
We're the don't stop believers, the somewhere in between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints

Oh, them Sunday saints

Still got a little growing up to get
Still got some noise I got to make
But I got a girl I get to love
She gave me two I get to raise
Still got a lot of growing up to do
Still got a lot of read left to read
But it's good to know I'm in good company

Of the cold beer raisers and last call chasers
And fourth quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't back downers and stand our grounders
And up with the sun-ers after out all night
Yeah, we're hell bent on calling Heaven home when He calls our name
We're the don't stop believers, the somewhere in between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints

Oh, them Sunday saints

Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Good Lord, I long to be in the number
Oh, when the saints go marching in