The Maker's Mark

There's a rundown house of worship
Right by the railroad track
Where we soak up the Books of Jim Beam
And of Johnny Walker Black
Our preacher tends the altar
With whiskey on his breath
He serves our congregation
As we pray ourselves to death

If you're looking for redemption
Or forgiveness in a glass
Or running from what's chasing you
From way back in your past
If your battered soul is weary
From battles of the heart
Then come join us saints and sinners
At the Church of the Maker's Mark

Our services are usually packed
Except on Sunday morn'
When us pilgrims are revivin'
From our revival the night before
Our choir is a jukebox
Singing hymns of love and loss,
As the spirits pass among us,
We each carry our own cross

If you're looking for redemption
Or forgiveness in a glass
Or running from what's chasing you
From way back in your past
If your battered soul is weary
From battles of the heart
There's deliverance in a bottle
At the Church of the Maker's Mark

We're all in search of answers from above
So, welcome, friend, you'll fit right in
Sit down, drink up the love

If you're looking for redemption
Or forgiveness in a glass
Or running from what's chasing you
From way back in your past
If your battered soul is weary
From battles of the heart
Then grab yourself a swivel pew
'Cause the truth here is one hundred proof
At the Church of the Maker's Mark
The Maker's Mark