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Текст (слова) песни: Drive-By Truckers - Late For Church
Late for church again Never seem to be on time Hear the bells as they peal through the holler Doesn`t sound like a friend of mine
A hundred eyes turn as I enter Face burnin` as I walk past pews I can tell they think I`m a sinner Hear them whisper while I`m watching my shoes
Only seat left is right up front I`m not a bit surprised Back is soft but the seat is hard Why can`t they get it right?
Reverend Bob is pointin` his finger Mom and Dad follow every last word All this hollerin` makes me wonder Does a whispered prayer get heard?
Reverend Bob is preachin` out thunder Fire and brimstone pouring down Me, I`m wondering what`s for dinner Waitin` for 12 o`clock to come round
Everybody`s got their own Heaven They all find it their own way
I am an angel lyrics by Adam Howell/Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers
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