Late for Church

Late for church again Never seem to be on time Hear the bells as they peal through the holler Doesn't sound like a friend of mine A hundred eyes turn as I enter Face burnin' as I walk past pews I can tell they think I'm a sinner Hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes Only seat left is right up front I'm not a bit surprised Back is soft but the seat is hard Why can't they get it right? Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger Mom and Dad follow every last word All this hollerin' makes me wonder Does a whispered prayer get heard? Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder Fire and brimstone pouring down Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round Everybody's got their own Heaven They all find it their own way I am an angel Music by Drive-by Truckers