Too Good for Me

Get up on Sunday, put on your shirt and tie
Make sure your wife's dress falls well below her thigh
Grab the kids by the hand and walk proudly inside
Taking comfort that you know where your soul will abide
You see a friendly face, so you nod and say hi
Give a smile and a wave to someone across the aisle
Walk out baptized to the fancy car outside
Taking comfort that you know where your soul will abide

Get up on Monday, put on your shirt and tie
Eat your breakfast, drink your coffee, kiss your wife goodbye
Pat the kids on the head and walk calmly outside
Taking comfort that you know you got somewhere to go hide
You see a pretty face, so you nod and say hi
She smiles back, so you put your hand on her thigh
And when she gets mad, you don't understand why
She should be thanking you for all the comfort you could provide
Instead she says, "What's happening now is not what was
And I don't care what you think your money does
Or how well you behave proper and pious
I can't have ya thinkin' that just because
No I can't have ya thinkin' that just because

Ya don't drink
Ya don't smoke
You're never broke
You're too good for me
You go to work
You go to church
You never curse
You're too good for me

Go home at night and take off your shirt and tie
Eat your dinner, read the paper, lay down beside your wife
And when you say your prayers, don't bother to confide
Already think ya know where your soul will abide
But in the dead of night her words will ring out in your head
And you'll have to put your shirt on and get up out of bed
And wonder where your soul is gonna go when you're dead
And who will pay the price for crimes you've committed
Cause even though ya think your someone who obeys
Just by bein' someone who goes to church and prays
It won't matter when ya come to the end of your days
If you show your sinning in so many other ways, yeah
Ya show your sin in other ways, ya think just cause

Ya don't drink
Ya don't smoke
You're never broke
You're too good for me
Ya go to work
Ya go to church
Ya don't curse
You're too good for me
Think you're the best
You think you're blessed
But you're cursed, you're not
Too good for me
Ya think you're blessed
Think you're the best
But you're the worst, you're not
Too good for me



Credits
Writer(s): Mossy Ross
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