"Honky Tonk Jesus" lyrics

Something 'bout that Sunday feeling
Something 'bout those church bells ringing
Hear the choir singing, hands raising, boots stomping
Everybody clapping to the beat

You might meet Him as a bedside Baptist
Call los santos in a church that's Catholic
At your nana's house, home cooking in the kitchen
Even living with the family

Some go down to the A-frame
Some roll into the bar
It don't matter where you end up
I think He'll meet you where you are

There'd be no "I'll Fly Away" without Elvis and Hank
No jukebox or steel guitars without a little twang
There'd be no Heaven here on Earth, full of bar stools and chairs
If there was no honky tonk Jesus up there
If there was no honky tonk Jesus up there

I ain't saying He's in a rhinestone rogue
Coming outta Tootsies in a cloud of smoke
Maybe He's at a party turning water into wine
For a good time

Some might live in a mansion
Some don't get too far
It don't matter where you end up
I think He'll meet you where you are

There'd be no "I'll Fly Away" without Elvis and Hank
No jukebox or steel guitars without a little twang
There'd be no Heaven here on Earth, full of barstools and chairs
If there was no honky tonk Jesus up there
If there was no honky tonk Jesus up there

There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be a honky tonk Jesus
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be somewhere up there
There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be a honky tonk Jesus
A honky tonk Jesus up there

There'd be no "I'll Fly Away" without Elvis and Hank
No jukebox or steel guitars without a little twang
There'd be no Heaven here on Earth, full of barstools and chairs
If there was no honky tonk Jesus up there
If there was no honky tonk Jesus up there

No, no
If there was no honky tonk Jesus up there