Now I need one more shot of the liquor just to make it through the day
Cause I've prayed some nights but sometimes he don't get back till late
So thank you but I can't hear you less' you got another way
To keep it moving, gotta keep it moving like I'm James
So tell me now what you talking about
Tell me now what you think you know
Cause what I hear every night my demons on the other side of the door
See I don't really fucking know, if you can hear them though
I just gotta go back stat
Back to them early Sunday morns
Down Backlick Road
And I remember momma singing hallelujah
And you could feel the love
Oh you could feel the love
So pour up two more shots of the liquor
So my mind can drift along
To old songs that momma used to sing on the way to Pastor Cover
And he would have his hands out, passed out plates saying money was the root
Funny how the only one saying money evil was the one with the coup
So tell me now what you talking about
Tell me now what you think you know
Cause what I hear on the other side
I don't wanna hear them demons anymore
Man I don't really fucking know
I just gotta go back home, back to the older days
Where the only thing I would hear on Sunday morn
Going down Backlick Road
And I remember momma singing hallelujah
And you could feel the love
Oh and you could feel the love
Take it back to those days, take it back those days
Oh where's the love now, look around I don't see the love anymore
I just want to make out back one day
I just don't know
Look back and I see just how far I've gone
Hallallale, Hallallale, Halleljuah