Another Sunday morning, hungover and blue    Smellin' like cigarettes and beer    My mouth is dry, got bloodshot eyes    And my head splittin' in two    Church bells ringin' in my ear       The high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those sanctuary pews    But I'm gonna hang around my crib    Cause I don't like dressin' up    I don't own a pair of Sunday shoes    And I refuse to be another hypocrite       Oh when I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross    I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost    And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me    And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth       My grandma told me "Boy, you better straighten up    Cause you're swervin down a bumpy road."    She said "Put that damned old bottle down and pick your Bible up    Get back in church, put on a choir robe"    Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in line behind the preacher    Hell, he's probably more messed up than me    Always talkin' 'bout damnation, cursin' every unbeliever    Who's he to judge? Who's he to condemn me?       When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross    I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost    And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me    And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth       Half a loser, I'm half a winner    I'm half a saint, and I'm half a sinner    I feed my soul on Sunday dinner    I'm every man of god    When times get hard, I hit my knees    And I praise the lord when he blesses me    I do my best to keep him pleased    I'm every man of god    I'm every man of god       When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross    I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost    And when I meet my maker I know he's gonna smile at me    And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth