Featured In
Top Songs By Lainey Wilson
Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lainey Wilson
Vocals
Jay Joyce
Electric Guitar
Jason Hall
Hand Claps
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Jimmy Mansfield
Hand Claps
Joel King
Bass
Tom Bulcovic
Electric Guitar
Aslan Freeman
Electric Guitar
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Brent Anderson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brice Long
Songwriter
Shane Minor
Songwriter
Lainey Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Producer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Jason Hall
Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Engineer
Jaxon Hargrove
Assistant Engineer
F. Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I pulled up, to that church of Christ
With a broken heart, and bloodshot eyes
Too hungover to go inside
So, I hung my head and drove on by
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday best
Thought I really, really knew him well
He was the one, far as I could tell
But last night I caught him with somebody else
And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday bеst
And yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timе
But right now, forgiveness ain't something I can find
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking, and I'm a mess
Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best
When I pulled up to that church of Christ
Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking
It's somethin' silly
Hell, Jesus turned water into wine
Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha
Whoo, I'm drunk
Writer(s): Brice Long, Shane Minor, Lainey Wilson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com