I went to church today First time in a while And I did it in my own way as best befits my style I put Ray Wylie Hubbard on the CD player And as I played and sang along it felt just like a prayer Lord I can't begin to tell you where I been Somewhere just south I fear of some mere mortal sin God it's good to speak with you again I heard God's own jukebox in that roadhouse bar Like some honkytonk savior preachin' old flat top guitar Neon 'stead of stained-glass, barstools stead of pews Some old hardwood hymnal, and every word was true Lord I can't begin to tell you where I been Somewhere just south I fear of some mere mortal sin God it's good to speak with you again I gave up on drinkin', but it never gave up on me Then one day in the mirror you find some guy you do not want to be Jesus ran with the rounders, and He hung with a honkytonk crowd They tell me He still loves me, but I'm certain He's not proud And Lord it's good to speak with you again Oh Lord it's good to speak with you again