Sunday Saints

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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, yеah Yeah, we're hеll-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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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