He pushed me 'round 
Now I'm drawin' the line 
He lived his life 
Now I'm gonna go live mine 
I'm sick of wastin' my time 
Well now I've been good for way too long 

Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 
'Bout to get too far gone 
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition 
Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition 
One more helpin' of what I've been havin' 
I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon 
On a mission to make something happen 


Feel like Deliah lookin' for Samson 
Do a little mattress dancin' 
That's right I said mattress dancin' 
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition 
Need a little bit more 
Of what I've been missin' 
I don't know where I'll be crashin' 
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon 


When it's my turn to march up to glory 
I'm gonna have one hell of a story 
That's if he forgives me 
Oh Lord Please forgive me 
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition 
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation 
They may take me 
With my feet draggin' 
But I'll fly away on a sin wagon 


I'll fly away on a sin wagon