Ever take a shot of bourbon on a Sunday morning?
It makes the singin’ more fun and the pastor a hoot.
Down the ol’ hatch it burns like that old-time religion.
Burns like Hell, but burns real good.

They say a Baptist or Presbyterian came up with bourbon.
Some say he happened to make it by accident, but I know it wasn’t no accident.
Enough people say you be speakin’ for God,
Well, you best get to hearing voices.

People shut their eyes, squint real hard, and start prayin’.
I did that too, once upon a time.
I thought, maybe just one time I’d see that fellar’s face.
Hain’t seen nothing but charred-bourbon-barrel-darkness.

I don’t know how people do it sober.
Preacher told me one time, “Boy straighten up! Devil gonna get ya!”
I told him that Devil better eat more shit and biscuits if he wanted to catch me.
Ain’t worried about the Devil anyhow – I go to church. Devil you know is better than the one you don’t.

Ain’t much on Sunday mornings I believe in, ‘cept shots of bourbon.
Only time I squint my eyes is after that shot goes down.
“Lordy mercy!” I yell.
Then I stare at the extra glass I leave out, just in case that fellar ever shows up.

In the beginning there was no bourbon.
After 33 years I never go to church without.
Don’t worry, hain’t never rund out.
It’s easy turning water into bourbon whiskey.