Preachin' to the Choir

Alright

I’m either all in

Or all out

I’m in the wooden pew Sunday morning party crowd

If no one else will drink it then you know I will

And wake up in the morning with some Baptist guilt

Every tattoo’s got a story to tell

Mama said she’s praying hard to keep out a hell

But whiskey tastes better when you chase it with a beer

But I ain’t telling nothing new to nobody here

If I’m preaching to the choir

Raise your hands a little higher

If you want to sing along

Your Saturday night revival's on

Let me see you sparking up your lighters

Put a little patty on the fire

If you’re fully drinking, fully working, living the dream

Then you’re just like me

And now I’m preaching to the choir, yeah

Preaching to the choir

I ain’t rich, but I’m grateful

Every time I’m driving with a tank full

Simple Man coming through the dashboard speakers

I’m a Southern Rock sinner believer

And I’m preaching to the choir

Raise your hands a little higher

If you wanna sing along

Your Saturday night revival's on

Let me sing, sparking up your lighters

Pour a little patty on the fire

If you’re fully drinking, fully working, living the dream

Then you’re just like me

And I’m preaching to the choir

There's nothing like bourbon and the blues

Hoping I don't lose

Breaking our backs

Bending the rules

Southern dried, deep-fried

Hell, but you already know (You already know)

That’s right

‘Cause I’m preaching to the choir

Raise your hands a little higher

If you wanna sing along

Your Saturday night revivals on

Let me see you sparking up your lighters

Put a little patty on the fire

If you’re fully drinking, fully working, living the dream

Then you’re just like me

And I’m preaching to the choir

Yeah, I’m preaching to the choir

I’m either all in

Or all out

‘Cause I’m preaching to the choir

That’s right