Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Vocals
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programming
Grady Saxman
Grady Saxman
Drums
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Bass Guitar
Nathan Keeterle
Nathan Keeterle
Electric Guitar
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Pedal Steel Guitar
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Background Vocals
Jarrod Brown
Jarrod Brown
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Songwriter
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Jared Gutstadt
Jared Gutstadt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Producer
Grady Saxman
Grady Saxman
Recording Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Aidan Thompson
Aidan Thompson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

And will not be condemned Will not be lost to the fiery lakes of Hell We are told to repent to be baptized In the Holy Ghost, you are saved by the blood of Jesus Christ She hit the road and I hit the bottle I knew she wouldn't be back tomorrow When I'd be hurtin' in the mornin' either way So, I called the boys, said, "Let's go raise some hell" But they've settled down, so I went by myself To smoke cigarettes and pour poison on my pain Well, I drank Teremana 'til me and it were gone I ain't in a good place, but better here than home I'm hungover in a church pew Girl, I hurt you, but I hurt too I'm comin' down on a Sunday mornin' Hands shakin', my forehead pourin' Lord knows all the hell you put me through On a Saturday, what was I supposed to do? I'm hungover in a church pew The sun beatin' down on a stained-glass window Preacher man preachin' that fire and brimstone And I just hope that it would ease my burden I ain't been in a while, so I ain't gonna take my Piece of the bread and nip of the grape wine Even though it would keep my head from hurtin' 'Cause I drank Teremana 'til me and it were gone I don't wanna be here, but I'm where I belong I'm hungover in a church pew Girl, I hurt you, but I hurt too I'm comin' down on a Sunday mornin' Hands shakin', my forehead pourin' Lord knows all the hell you put me through On a Saturday, what was I supposed to do? I'm hungover in a church pew Got a long road, a broken heart Ahead of me, I'll be between The Bible and a neon sign This ain't the first, won't be the last time I'm hungover in a church pew Girl, I hurt you, but I hurt too I'm comin' down on a Sunday mornin' Hands shakin', my forehead pourin' Lord knows all the hell you put me through I bet the devil never thought this is what I'd do I'm hungover in a church pew We have been adopted into the family of God through Christ Jesus In Him we have and we find redemption through His blood The forgiveness of sins
Writer(s): Jared Gutstadt, Zach Crowell, Jason Deford, Hunter Michael Phelps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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