Church Bus

That sign on your windshield was a sign from the Lord
A miracle to find an Econoline Ford
The tires were fair and full of air and the engine not half bad
That preacher liked the smell of cash, we gave him all we had

Church bus, church bus, it's time for us to go
Church bus, church bus, hitch that trailer to the tow
We sure ain't Holy Rollers, we're just rolling down this road
We ain't trying to get to heaven, just trying to make it to the show

That ain't the engine smoking, they're just toking in the back
Then blue lights see First Nazarene, and hell, they just wave us past
Lord knows this little hillbilly band can raise a lot of hell
We appreciate your service, keep our secrets to yourself

Church bus, church bus, it's time for us to go
Church bus, church bus, hitch that trailer to the tow
We sure ain't Holy Rollers, we're just rolling down this road
We ain't trying to get to heaven, just trying to make it to the show

Church bus, church bus, duct tape and prayer
Church bus, church bus, come on take us there

Church bus, church bus, it's time for us to go
Church bus, church bus, hitch that trailer to the tow
We sure ain't Holy Rollers, we're just rolling down this road
Ain't trying to get to heaven, just trying to make it to the show
Ain't trying to get to heaven, just trying to make it to the show

(One, two, three)



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Montana, Brittany Taylor Hamilton, Dan Fernandez
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