Lord, get out your checkbook

And your pen

I never signed up for all the trouble that I'm in

Lord knows that I'm just a poor boy

But I try hard, so hard, not to sin

So Lord, get out your checkbook, Lord, get out your pen

Just make it out to cash, Lord, don't make it out to me

I think my banker man's an atheist and I just know he'd never believe..

That you'd reach down from heaven, Lord, and wipe away my debt

Aw, but open them heavenly pockets, Lord, and we'll make him a believer yet

Lord, get out your checkbook

Lord, get out your pen

I've been way down in the red so long, I could use a little mercy just to get back in black again

Now I, I'm just a poor boy

But I try hard, so hard, not to sin

So Lord, get out your checkbook, Lord, get out your pen

Well, I've been wearin' out the pavement, Lord, and it's all been uphill

But Atmos energy and OMU keep raisin' my damn bills

And if I can't catch a break, Lord, I won't make it one more day

But if I could get your attention and divine intervention, I know that I'd be saved