Oh, I'm staring down a television tray Picking at a hundred-piece puzzle
Dad's looking like he's halfway through The whole bottom shelf of trouble
My brother's on the floor counting baseball cards
There's a girl doing cartwheels on the soft summer lawn
Outside I can hear the neighbor mowing his yard
He's watching that girl and he's not the only one
We ain't got much, there ain't much to lose Money is tighter than a poor boy's shoes
Sit on that sofa and do what you're told
Television preacher's gonna save your soul
Now there's a tissue box that's in her reach He points his finger, puffing veins in his neck
And it's almost to heaven and he starts to preach Grabs ten percent of my old man's check
We ain't got much, there ain't much to lose Money is tighter than a poor boy's shoes
Sit on that sofa and do what you're told
Television preacher's gonna save your soul
Now once in a while, the cashier at first Take a good long swallow and his soul will be damned
And there ain't nothing left for the preacher's thirst Dad's sleeping on the sofa till she forgives him again
We ain't got much, there ain't much to lose Money is tighter than a poor boy's shoes
Sit on that sofa and shut your hole
Television preacher's gonna save your soul
I'd like to take her on a long, long drive Past the shoe shop and department store
And the county fair rides open that door to that revival tent
Let Jesus himself find next month's rent
We ain't got much, there ain't much to lose Money is tighter than a poor boy's shoes
So sit on that sofa and shut your hole
Television preacher's gonna save my soul
Television preacher's gonna save my soul