Jukebox Religion
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
The barroom keeps us praying To save us all from thinking
Sad stories here abound
Saints and sinners all around
And the alms we collect once more For the songs we all adore
I've heard that old tune before
Rolling tabs keep the score
Get to church every day 'bout 5 and stay Till the drunk choir hits the floor
When I pray its with some rhythm When I drink I really hit em
Old songs I like to pick em
It's a jukebox religion
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
To the barroom I confess again That I have been singing
I'm gonna paint this red house blue With a mournful country tune And if that don't win I'll get em With a honky tonkin' rhythm
When I pray I clap my hands
On the pew the bar tap stands Drinks poured here maybe millions Someone play some Hank Williams
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
The barroom keeps us praying To save us all from thinking
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Jukebox Religion
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
The barroom keeps us praying To save us all from thinking
Sad stories here abound
Saints and sinners all around
And the alms we collect once more For the songs we all adore
I've heard that old tune before
Rolling tabs keep the score
Get to church every day 'bout 5 and stay Till the drunk choir hits the floor
When I pray its with some rhythm When I drink I really hit em
Old songs I like to pick em
It's a jukebox religion
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
To the barroom I confess again That I have been singing
I'm gonna paint this red house blue With a mournful country tune And if that don't win I'll get em With a honky tonkin' rhythm
When I pray I clap my hands
On the pew the bar tap stands Drinks poured here maybe millions Someone play some Hank Williams
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
The barroom keeps us praying To save us all from thinking
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
The barroom keeps us praying To save us all from thinking
Sad stories here abound
Saints and sinners all around
And the alms we collect once more For the songs we all adore
I've heard that old tune before
Rolling tabs keep the score
Get to church every day 'bout 5 and stay Till the drunk choir hits the floor
When I pray its with some rhythm When I drink I really hit em
Old songs I like to pick em
It's a jukebox religion
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
To the barroom I confess again That I have been singing
I'm gonna paint this red house blue With a mournful country tune And if that don't win I'll get em With a honky tonkin' rhythm
When I pray I clap my hands
On the pew the bar tap stands Drinks poured here maybe millions Someone play some Hank Williams
It's a jukebox religion
Saving souls and drinking
The barroom keeps us praying To save us all from thinking
Writer: Eric McEntee
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