Sunday Saints-Jordan Davis

歌手 : Jordan Davis
专辑 : Bluebird Days
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:39

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TXT Sunday Saints-Jordan Davis 文本歌词

Sunday Saints - Jordan Davis
Lyrics by:Jordan Davis/Jacob Davis/Benjy Davis
Composed by:Jordan Davis/Jacob Davis/Benjy Davis
You can say whatever you like
About the way we were raised up
Done some wrong done some right
A few things we ain't proud of
We keep a Bible by the bed and
We keep a bottle in the cabinet
I'll be the first to admit
Got some good and we got some bad habits
We're the cold-beer raisers and last-call chasers
And fourth-quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't-back-downers and stand-our-grounders
And up with the sunners after out all night yeah
Yeah we're hell-bent on calling heaven home when he calls our name
We're the don't-stop believers the somewhere-betweeners
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints
We stay out too late
And probably run a little too hard
Throw some money in the plate
Throw the rest in a tip jar
Still got a few prayers left to pray
Still got a little road left to run
But it's good to know I ain't the only one
We're the cold-beer raisers and last-call chasers
And fourth-quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't-back-downers and stand-our-grounders
And up with the sunners after out all night yeah
Yeah we're hell-bent on calling heaven home when he calls our name
We're the don't-stop believers the somewhere-betweeners
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints
All them Sunday saints
Still got a little growing up to get
Still got some noise I got to make
But I got a girl I get to love
She gave me two I get to raise
Still got a lot of growing up to do
Still got a lot of read left to read
But it's good to know I'm in good company
Of the cold-beer raisers and last-call chasers
And fourth-quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't-back-downers and stand-our-grounders
And up with the sunners after out all night
Yeah we're hell-bent on calling heaven home when he calls our name
We're the don't-stop believers the somewhere-betweeners
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints
All them Sunday saints
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Good Lord I want to be in the number
Of when the saints go marching in