God's Own Jukebox

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