He pushed me 'round 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 '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 somethin' happen Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson Do a little mattress dancing That's right, I said: Mattress dancing 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