God Fearing Heathen

Well, I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath

I gave him every reason to leave me for dead

I thank God He didn't, 'cause I swear I believe

There's a place up in heaven for a God fearing heathen like me

And I know those streets of gold

Ain't just paying for the souls

Of the straight walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink

It's for the losers and the winners, and hard living sinners

And God fearing heathens like me

Now I've danced with my demons, there's nowhere to run

I could have stood in the darkness and loaded the gun

But I prayed holes in the knees of this old faded jeans

For a place up in Heaven for a God fearing heathen like me

And I know those streets of gold

Ain't just paying for the souls

Of the straight walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink

It's for the losers and the winners, and hard living sinners

And God fearing heathens like me

Heathens like me

Now I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath

I gave Him every reason to leave me for dead