Saturday's Shirt: lyrics
- The wooden floorboards groan beneath my boots
- I take a seat way down in the back
- The preacher’s talking ‘bout the deeper roots
- And how a man can get his life on track
- I know I’m looking a little out of place
- With these coffee stains and wrinkled sleeves
- But I’m just looking for a little grace
- In the middle of these saints and believers
- Washed in the blood but I’m wearing the dirt
- Standing in my Saturday’s shirt
- I’ve been running hard and living fast
- Trying to make the good things last
- Lord, I’m sorry for the mess I made
- For the dues I haven’t quite yet paid
- Barely awake and I’m feeling the hurt
- In my Saturday’s shirt
- Last night I was headed for the neon lights
- Looking for a way to lose my mind
- I woke up early in the morning light
- Left all that heavy trouble far behind
- I didn’t have the time to change my clothes
- Or hide the choices that I made before
- I’m just a man and heaven knows
- Why I’m walking through that open door
- Washed in the blood but I’m wearing the dirt
- Standing in my Saturday’s shirt
- I’ve been running hard and living fast
- Trying to make the good things last
- Lord, I’m sorry for the mess I made
- For the dues I haven’t quite yet paid
- Barely awake and I’m feeling the hurt
- In my Saturday’s shirt
- It’s cotton and shame and a little bit of pride
- There’s nowhere left for me to hide
- I’m owning every single mile I walked
- Listening to the way the spirit talked
- Washed in the blood but I’m wearing the dirt
- Standing in my Saturday’s shirt
- I’ve been running hard and living fast
- Trying to make the good things last
- Lord, I’m sorry for the mess I made
- For the dues I haven’t quite yet paid
- Barely awake and I’m feeling the hurt
- In my Saturday’s shirt