Running On The Wildside

When the devil on my shoulder talks me into something crazy

That man comes off the cross around my neck in time to save me

I wish that I could walk the line a lot more than I do

I guess 'til I get to Heaven, I'll be howling at the moon

Yeah, I like whiskey, but I love Jesus

Kinda like a Friday night spitfire brimstone barstool preacher

You might find me raising hell on a backroad

Or raising hands in a back row

'Cause I'm a raised on red dirt and red words

Son of a backsliding ol' blue collar

Somewhere between running on the wild side and walking on water

There's something 'bout a red light makes my right foot wanna run it

Somethin' 'bout a barbed wire fence makes me wanna jump it

I pray He don't give up on me, I know He's gettin' tired

Of my eyes set on them streets of gold and standing in the fire

Yeah, I like whiskey, but I love Jesus

Kinda like a Friday night spitfire brimstone barstool preacher

You might find me raising hell on a backroad

Or raising hands in a back row

'Cause I'm a raised on red dirt and red words

Son of a backsliding ol' blue collar

Somewhere between running on the wild side and walking on water

Yeah, I'm a bottle meets a Bible

Like a neon light revival

I'm more sinner than saint

Still He loves me just the same

Yeah, I like whiskey, but I love Jesus

Kinda like a Friday night spitfire brimstone barstool preacher

Yeah, you might find me raising hell on a backroad

Or raising hands in a back row

'Cause I'm a raised on red dirt and red words

Son of a backsliding ol' blue collar

Somewhere between running on the wild side and walking on water

Somewhere between running on the wild side and walking on water

Mm, walking on water