Amen

Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen

Trapped inside an 8x10

The whitewashed walls are closin' in

Lookin' for some freedom out my hotel window

But all I see is dull and dim

And blue-pressed pills and heroin

I can't wait to get back home to that backroad and hear 'em sing

Amen, Amen

Yeah, every single Sunday mornin'

Amen, Amen

Down every chert-rock road and backwood forty

We pray for rain to grow our grain and wash away our sins

Amen, Amen, Amen

I can see it in my head

The sky is blue, the dirt is red

There's still fish in the riverbeds

That's my kinda hallelujah

Amen, Amen

Yeah, every single Sunday mornin'

Amen, Amen

Down every chert-rock road and backwood forty

We pray for rain to grow our grain and wash away our sins

Amen, Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen

Yeah, every single Sunday mornin'

Amen, Amen

Down every chert-rock road and backwood forty

We pray for rain to grow our grain and wash away our sins

Amen, Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen, Amen