Video de Goers

I’ve found religion at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Bean
I’ve drank through holy water, (now my soul is clean.)
The bar taker is my preacher, and their care will deliver me
From this life, I’ve been a livin’ fool, a sinnin’ misery
Cause we're all goers at the West Point saloon
This bar stool is my confession booth
We all gather for communion, let’s all drink until we’re blind
Its okay cause they say that Jesus turned that water into wine
Well, all your sins are forgiven, everybody get in line
Well, offer up their tithing, cause its almost closing time
Cause we're all goers at the West Point saloon
This bar stool is my confession booth
This is my religion, these are church pews
This fall is my steeple and my praise is the blues
Well everybody gave ‘em what part of the truth
Everybody’s welcome spreading the news
Cause we’re all goers at the west point saloon
This bar stool is my confession booth
Cause we’re all goers at the west point saloon
This bar stool is my confession booth
This bar stool is my confession booth