Testo 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-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-between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints

All 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

All 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-between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints

All them Sunday saints

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