I'm hungover as hell, I'm going through it too It ain't hard to tell, looking at myself in my rear view I'm sorry, Miss Jackson, playing on the FM Oh, but the only song in my head is just as I am Yeah, the people passing by think I'm up to no good That I'm going somewhere where they never would I ain't going where the wild things are I ain't going to the cigarette store I ain't going to the cold beer bar To check in on the Tennessee score I'm just having me a talk with the man Sending my whole soul on a search They might judge me on this two-lane road But little do they know I'm going to church I'm going to church I guess there's just some things you just can't outrun There ain't no back pew in this truck So I'm forced to sit in the front And ain't it funny how he's working in mysterious ways Hell, I skipped my sheriff's sermons So he brought one to this Chevrolet I ain't going where the wild things are I ain't going to the cigarette store I ain't going to the cold beer bar To check in on the Tennessee score I'm just having me a talk with the man Sending my whole soul on a search They might judge me on this two-lane road But little do they know I'm going to church I'm going to church Didn't need a revelation out of Romans An altar call to call me home Who'd have thought it'd be a Saturday morning When he saved my soul When he saved my soul I ain't going where the wild things are I ain't going to the cigarette store I ain't going to the cold beer bar To check in on the Tennessee score I'm just having me a talk with the man Sending my whole soul on a search They might judge me on this two-lane road But little do they know I'm going to church I'm going to church Whenever he hears his heart and believes in the one who sent him We'll have eternal life