Preachin' To The Choir

I'm either all in, or all out
I'm in the wooden pew Sunday mornin' party crowd
If no one else will drink it, then you know I will
And wake up in the mornin' with some Baptist guilt

Every tattoo's got a story to tell
Mama said she's prayin' hard to keep me outta hell
But whiskey tastes better when you chase it with a beer
But I ain't tellin' nothing new to nobody here

If I'm preachin' to the choir
Raise your hands a little higher
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
Let me see you sparkin' up your lighters
Pour a little payday on the fire
If you're 40, drinking forty, workin', livin' the dream
Then you're just like me
And I'm preaching to the choir, yeah
Preachin' to the choir

I ain't rich, but I'm grateful
Every time I'm driving with a tank full
Simple Man coming through the dashboard speakers
I'm a southern rock sinner, believer

And I'm preachin' to the choir
Raise your hands a little higher
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Pour a little payday on the fire
If you're 40, drinking forty, workin', livin' the dream
Then you're just like me
And I'm preachin' to the choir

Nothing like bourbon and the blues
Smoke ring hallelu's
Breaking our backs, bendin' the rules
Sun dried, deep fried, hearts of gold
Hell, but you already know
That's right

Cause I'm preachin' to the choir
Raise your hands a little higher
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Pour a little payday on the fire
If you're 40, drinking forty, workin', livin' the dream
Then you're just like me
And I'm preachin' to the choir

Yeah, I'm preachin' to the choir
I'm either all, in or all out
Yeah, cause I'm preachin' to the choir
That's right



Credits
Writer(s): Heather Morgan, Brett D. Warren, Brad D. Warren, Morgan Wallen
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