I grew up on whiskey
And communion wine
I always tell the truth
But I know how to lie

You know I ask forgiveness
In all my wayward prayers

I grew up a saint
But I grew up in sin
You know I do my best to not
Let temptation win

But you know that come Friday
I feel like I'm the Man in Black
I'm a little bit of Jesus
And a bit of Johnny Cash

I was my mother's dying wish
And my father's regret
Try to move past it
But it hasn't happened yet

And it pisses me off
In all my drunken despair

Sitting in church with a hazy mind
I can clearly see the answers
But I choose to go blind

You know that come Sunday
I feel like I'm the Man in Black
I'm a little bit of Jesus
And a bit of Johnny Cash

Oh, oh how I cry
Oh, oh how I try
To do what is right
But I’m a little bit of Jesus
And a bit of Johnny Cash

I wake up on Monday
With a pounding head
I pray for forgiveness
Say I'll never drink again

I know that God hears me
Because I can hear Him laugh
I'm a little bit of Jesus
And a bit of Johnny Cash