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 bartender is my preacher, and their care will deliver me From this life, I've been a livin' fool, a sin in misery Cause we're all goers at the west point saloon This barstool is my confession booth We all gather for communion, let's all drink until we're blind It's 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 barstool is my confession booth This is my religion, these are our church pews This bar is my steeple and my praise is the blues Well everybody gave 'em what part of the truth Everybody's welcome start spreading the news Cause we're all goers at the west point saloon This barstool is my confession booth Cause we're all goers at the west point saloon This barstool is my confession booth This barstool is my confession booth