[Verse 1]
Well I ain't never been an angel
I ain't never been called a saint
Yeah, I've decorated every bar in town
With a big red coat of paint
But good thing I had a good raisin'
For all the Hell I've raised since then
When that roll is called up yonder
I know they're gonna let me in
[Chorus]
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And He ain't letting go, He ain't letting go
The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And He ain't letting go, He ain't letting go
Might have a little rust on my halo
But when I'm gone I know where I'll go
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
[Verse 2]
Now I've been a little more cold beer
Than holy water, it's true
More Saturday night on an old bar stool
Than a Sunday morning pew
But even old Hank Williams
Finally saw the light
And, oh hallelujah, I have too
And it ain't just the neon kind
Well I ain't never been an angel
I ain't never been called a saint
Yeah, I've decorated every bar in town
With a big red coat of paint
But good thing I had a good raisin'
For all the Hell I've raised since then
When that roll is called up yonder
I know they're gonna let me in
[Chorus]
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And He ain't letting go, He ain't letting go
The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And He ain't letting go, He ain't letting go
Might have a little rust on my halo
But when I'm gone I know where I'll go
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
[Verse 2]
Now I've been a little more cold beer
Than holy water, it's true
More Saturday night on an old bar stool
Than a Sunday morning pew
But even old Hank Williams
Finally saw the light
And, oh hallelujah, I have too
And it ain't just the neon kind
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