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[Verse]
G
Well, I pulled up
G
To that church of Christ
G
With a broken heart
G
And bloodshot eyes
C G
Too hungover to go inside
G D G
So, I hung my head and drove on by
[Chorus]
C G
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
D G
With this aching in my chest
C G Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C D G N.C.
Drinking in my Sunday best
[Verse 2]
G
Thought I really, really knew him well
G
He was the one, far as I could tell
C G
But last night I caught him with somebody else
G D G
And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell
[Chorus]
C G
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
D G
With this aching in my chest
C G Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C D G
Drinking in my Sunday bеst
[Bridge]
D C G
Yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timе
D C D
But right now forgiveness ain't something I can find
[Chorus]
C G
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
D G
With this aching in my chest
C G Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C D G
Drinking, and I'm a mess
C D G
Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best
[Tag]
G
When I pulled up to that church of Christ
G
Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking
G
It's somethin' silly
G
Hell, Jesus turned water into wine
G
Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha
G
Whoo, I'm drunk
G
Hahaha
