Sunday Saints

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 hellbent on calling heaven home when he calls our name We're the don't-stop believers, the somewhere inbetweeners 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 hellbent on calling heaven home when he calls our name We're the don't-stop believers, the somewhere inbetweeners 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 inbetweeners 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