Sin Wagon

He pushed me round

Now I'm drawing the line

He lived his life

Now I'm gonna go live mine

I'm sick on wasting my time

Well now I've been good for way too long

Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on

Bout to get too far gone

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition

Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition

One more helping of what I've been having

I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon

On a mission to make something happen

Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson

Do a little mattress dancin'

That's right I said mattress dancin'

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition

Need a little bit more

Of what I've been missin'

I don't know where I'll be crashin'

But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon

When it's my turn to march up to old glory

I'm gonna have one hell of a story

That's if he forgives me

Oh lord please forgive me

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition

Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation

They may take me

With my feet draggin'

But I'll fly away on a sin wagon

I'll fly away on a sin wagon