Reformed Baptist Blues

Uh, Reformed Baptist Blues

Woman, woman, why you treating me this way?
Got religion 'stead of loving now you're praying
You know I know I was everything you need
Traded goodness for your irreverent guarantees

I ain't no preaching man
Don't know what to do
I've got those slowly sinking reformed Baptist blues

Now you wake me when I should be sleeping in
Drag me out to get your place of worship in
Missed the football now six weeks in a row
Gets depressing as I tread from door to door

I ain't no preaching man
Don't know what to do
I've got those slowly sinking reformed Baptist blues

Absolution is a bummer I have found
Free Baptism's just another way around
Past salvation doesn't interest me at all
Found the answer at the bottom of a bottle

Woo
Woo, ah

Now you curse me every time I tell a lie
Trade my gold chains for those starch-back Texan ties
Can't beseech it that our marriage is a fraud
Can't get screwed around when the other guy is Gord

I ain't no preaching man
Don't know what to do, woo
I've got those slowly sinking reformed Baptist blues, woo
I've got those slowly sinking reformed Baptist blues, oh
I've got those slowly sinking reformed Baptist blues, woo
Ah-ah-oh, ah-oh

Brucey, can you just boost me-me in my headphones just a tad?
Yeah