He pushed me 'round and now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life, now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick o' wastin' my time Well, now, I've been good for way too long Found my red dress, 'n I'm gonna throw it on I'm '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' o' what I've been havin' I'm takin' my turn on the sin-wagon On a mission to make somethin' happen I feel like Delilah lookin' for Sampson 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