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



I'll fly away on a sin wagon