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Now, ever since I was a baby boy

I growed up in a little country church

Where people spake in tongues and jumped for joy

Plywood pews would creak and squeak and lurch

All around me people got the spirit

Fall down on the ground and start to shake

I tried and cried but I could not get near it

My little Pentecostal heart would break



I’m sorry, Jesus,

If I displeased you

I didn’t mean to turn you away

I’m sorry, Savior,

If I ever lost favor

Maybe I never had quite enough faith



Now, in Sunday School we read the blessed book

How you was tempted in the wilderness

Forty days without no drink or food

Beat the devil in a game of chess

Well, half of you was just a man like me

The other half, they say, was deified

Man can go a long time and not eat

But with no water half of you’d’a died



I’m sorry, Jesus,

But you set the limits.

I tried to swim it but it was too wide

One of your writers

Pulled too many all-nighters

And made a script-o or just outright lied



When the preacher start to screaming

And a-stomping down the aisle

I used to haveta sneak down

To the cellar for a while

My head would get to pounding

And my nose would start to bleed

Sister Pritchard said I was the devil’s seed.



By and by I come to be the age

When the sisters occupied my mind

Almost like my britches was a cage

With a little ragin’ beast inside

Every time them shakers start to shimmy

Knew you must be comin’ soon for sho’

Coz their bouncin’ bosoms always gimme

Partial resurrection down below



I’m sorry, Jesus,

I’ll pull double duty

I want that booty. I’m sorry, Lord

She’s your design, Lord

And you made her too fine, Lord.

Got more behind, Lord, than her legs can afford.



I’m sorry, Jesus,

I’m down on my kneeses

Take out your tweezers, pull out my thorns

My flesh he seizes

All human diseases

My head releases the teensiest horns.

Now, ever since I was a baby boy

I growed up in a little country church

Where people spake in tongues and jumped for joy

Plywood pews would creak and squeak and lurch

All around me people got the spirit

Fall down on the ground and start to shake

I tried and cried but I could not get near it

My little Pentecostal heart would break



I’m sorry, Jesus,

If I displeased you

I didn’t mean to turn you away

I’m sorry, Savior,

If I ever lost favor

Maybe I never had quite enough faith



Now, in Sunday School we read the blessed book

How you was tempted in the wilderness

Forty days without no drink or food

Beat the devil in a game of chess

Well, half of you was just a man like me

The other half, they say, was deified

Man can go a long time and not eat

But with no water half of you’d’a died



I’m sorry, Jesus,

But you set the limits.

I tried to swim it but it was too wide

One of your writers

Pulled too many all-nighters

And made a script-o or just outright lied



When the preacher start to screaming

And a-stomping down the aisle

I used to haveta sneak down

To the cellar for a while

My head would get to pounding

And my nose would start to bleed

Sister Pritchard said I was the devil’s seed.



By and by I come to be the age

When the sisters occupied my mind

Almost like my britches was a cage

With a little ragin’ beast inside

Every time them shakers start to shimmy

Knew you must be comin’ soon for sho’

Coz their bouncin’ bosoms always gimme

Partial resurrection down below



I’m sorry, Jesus,

I’ll pull double duty

I want that booty. I’m sorry, Lord

She’s your design, Lord

And you made her too fine, Lord.

Got more behind, Lord, than her legs can afford.



I’m sorry, Jesus,

I’m down on my kneeses

Take out your tweezers, pull out my thorns

My flesh he seizes

All human diseases

My head releases the teensiest horns.

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