Stayin' burnt out all the time
Well that's a good way for you
Stayin' low for too damn long
Well, that's enough to wanna get high
I'm not saying what's right or wrong
Some folks need a little help getting along
I can't judge, Lord, I've been stoned
momma introduced me to God
he does his livin' a little less mild
He'd rather sing those gospel songs
on the front porch anyway
My baby sister, she married a man
On the other side of where dad and I land
We laugh and joke and give him hell
But he loves that little girl
This corner bar is not a house of sin
It's a place where all of us fit in
I've seen the same faces Saturday night
As I have on Sunday morning
And Brother John's there sipping his drink
You know that he don't care
what the others might think
He'll laugh and joke and finds it funny
That the others all drink alone at home
