Jesus, My Mama, My Therapist

Bartender Betty's got a real big mouth

Sally at the beauty shop will tell every blonde in town

Pastor Pete'll pass some judgement like they pass the plate around

On Sunday and some days

I do my best to try and keep it to myself

But you're all over my mind and I need somebody to tell

When my heart is half-broke and I'm feeling like hell

They're my holy trinity

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you

They listen, don't judge me, they love me with or without you

This whole town talks way too much

They're the only ones I can trust

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you

Yeah, they do

One's makin' bank, taking notes in a chair

One's lookin' down from Heaven when I'm sendin' up a prayer

One's a call away when the others ain't there

Yeah, they get me through what you put me through

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you

They listen, don't judge me, they love me with or without you

This whole town talks way too much

They're the only ones I can trust

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you

Yeah, they do

Jesus won't tell God

My mom won't tell my dad

And my therapist contractually can't talk about all that

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you

They listen, don't judge me, they love me like you don't know how to

Ah, this whole town talks way too much

This whole town, way too much

They're the only ones I can trust

You know I can trust

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you

Boy, they know all about you

Yeah, they do