Текст песни Drive-By Truckers - Late For Church
Drive-By Truckers - Late For Church слова песни
Late for church againNever seem to be on timeHear the bells as they peal through the hollerDoesn`t sound like a friend of mineA hundred eyes turn as I enterFace burnin` as I walk past pews I can tell they think I`m a sinnerHear them whisper while I`m watching my shoesOnly seat left is right up frontI`m not a bit surprisedBack is soft but the seat is hard Why can`t they get it right?Reverend Bob is pointin` his fingerMom and Dad follow every last wordAll this hollerin` makes me wonderDoes a whispered prayer get heard?Reverend Bob is preachin` out thunderFire and brimstone pouring downMe, I`m wondering what`s for dinnerWaitin` for 12 o`clock to come roundEverybody`s got their own Heaven They all find it their own wayI am an angel lyrics by Adam Howell/Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers