Amen

Amen, amen

Amen, amen

Trapped inside an eight-by-ten

The whitewash walls are closin' in

Looking for some freedom out my hotel window

But all I see is dull and dim

And blue pressed pills and heroin

I can't wait to get back home to that backroad and hear 'em sing

Amen, amen, yeah, every single Sunday morning

Amen, amen, down every chert rock road and backwood folded

We pray for rain to grow our grain and wash away our sins

Amen, amen, amen

Now I can see it in my head

The sky is blue, the dirt is red

There's still fish in the riverbeds

That's my kind of hallelujah

Amen, amen, yeah, every single Sunday morning

Amen, amen, down every chert rock road and backwood folded

We pray for rain to grow our grain and wash away our sins

Amen, amen, amen

Amen, amen, yeah, every single Sunday morning

Amen, amen, down every chert rock road and backwood folded

We pray for rain to grow our grain and wash away our sins

Amen, amen, amen

Amen, amen, amen