Church & Cash

You called me a highwayman

Said I was traveling faster than

Those cars in Talladega

So you took off called it a break up

You said God’s gonna cut me down

But I thought that he’d come around

If I prayed and paid it all back

I guess I need a little Church and Cash

We were walking that line, had a ring of fire burning

Hurt real bad every Sunday morning

Coming downtown never gettin tired of that round’ here buzz

Playing Springsteen on the jukebox

Since you left all I’ve got is a drink in my hand

And a memory of you creeping in my head

All I need by the time I close my tab

A whole lotta Church

And a little bit of Cash

Now I’ve been lonesome, like a prisoner in Folsom

Trying break free outta these bars

And girl its been hell on the heart

We were walking that line, had a ring of fire burning

Hurt real bad every Sunday morning

Coming downtown never gettin tired of that round’ here buzz

Playing Springsteen on the jukebox

Since you left all I’ve got is a drink in my hand

And a memory of you creeping in my head

All I need by the time I close my tab

A whole lotta Church

And a little bit of Cash

You might call me a desperate man

Sinners like me doin the best we can

We were walking that line, had a ring of fire burning

Hurt real bad every Sunday morning

Coming downtown never gettin tired of that round’ here buzz

Playing Springsteen on the jukebox

Since you left all I’ve got is a drink in my hand

And a memory of you creeping in my head

All I need by the time I close my tab

A whole lotta Church

And a little bit of Cash

Oh, I’m misunderstood

That you’re never coming back

Now I’m just a man in black