He pushed me 'round now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick on wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on I've got nothin' to lose and nothin' to gain 'Bout to get too far gone
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Need a little but more of my tweleve ounce nutrition One more helpin' of what I've been havin' I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon
On a mission to make something happen Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson Do a little mattress dancin' That's right I said mattress dancin'
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Need a little bit more of what I've been missin' I don't know where I'll be crashin' But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon
When it's my turn to march up to old glory I'm gonna have one hell of a story That's if he forgives me
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation They may take me with my feel draggin' But I'll fly away on a sin wagon