He pushed me 'round
Now I'm drawin' the line
He lived his life
Now I'm gonna go live mine
I'm sick o' wastin' my time
Well, now, I've been good, for way too long
Found my red dress 'n I'm gonna throw it on
'Bout to get too far-gone

Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of my twelve-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 somethin' happen
Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson
Do a little mattress dancing
That's right, I said: Mattress dancing

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 glory
I'm gonna have one hell of a story
That's if He forgives me
Oh Lord, please forgive me

Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me with my feet draggin'
But I'll fly-away, on a sin wagon

I'll fly-away, on a sin wagon