Goers

I’ve found religion at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Bean

I’ve drank through holy water, (now my soul is clean.)

The bar taker is my preacher, and their care will deliver me

From this life, I’ve been a livin’ fool, a sinnin’ misery

Cause we're all goers at the West Point saloon

This bar stool is my confession booth

We all gather for communion, let’s all drink until we’re blind

Its okay cause they say that Jesus turned that water into wine

Well, all your sins are forgiven, everybody get in line

Well, offer up their tithing, cause its almost closing time

Cause we're all goers at the West Point saloon

This bar stool is my confession booth

This is my religion, these are church pews

This fall is my steeple and my praise is the blues

Well everybody gave ‘em what part of the truth

Everybody’s welcome spreading the news

Cause we’re all goers at the west point saloon

This bar stool is my confession booth

Cause we’re all goers at the west point saloon

This bar stool is my confession booth

This bar stool is my confession booth