Jesus and Johnny Cash

I grew up on whiskey

And communion wine

I always tell the truth

But I know how to lie

You know I ask forgiveness

In all my wayward prayers

I grew up a saint

But I grew up in sin

You know I do my best to not

Let temptation win

But you know that come Friday

I feel like I\'m the Man in Black

I\'m a little bit of Jesus

And a bit of Johnny Cash

I was my mother\'s dying wish

And my father\'s regret

Try to move past it

But it hasn\'t happened yet

And it pisses me off

In all my drunken despair

Sitting in church with a hazy mind

I can clearly see the answers

But I choose to go blind

You know that come Sunday

I feel like I\'m the Man in Black

I\'m a little bit of Jesus

And a bit of Johnny Cash

Oh, oh how I cry

Oh, oh how I try

To do what is right

But I’m a little bit of Jesus

And a bit of Johnny Cash

I wake up on Monday

With a pounding head

I pray for forgiveness

Say I\'ll never drink again

I know that God hears me

Because I can hear Him laugh

I\'m a little bit of Jesus

And a bit of Johnny Cash