Old Time Religion

I live on a fault line between judgement and forgiveness
A good rain hasn't come around in a while
Mary works a combine and speaks every day to Jesus
She's good for a joke but rarely a smile

Twenty years now and there I've done some thinking
I thought once I'd shoot her in the head
Haven't had a cold one since Mary gave up drinking
But there's a cache of whiskey in the shed

She won't quit singing that old time religion
Old time religion
She won't quit singing that old time religion

When I was young I never dreamed I'd be a farmer
Mary drilled it in my head
When Rachel was born Mary said "I was thinking she'd look different
I just she looks just like her dad"

She's off at school now, she don't come around 'til Christmas
Stays only a day or two
Mary tries to tell me it's just on account of the distance
And I say "No, it's 'cause of you"

She won't quit singing that old time religion
Old time religion
Old time religion

She won't quit singing that old time religion
That old time religion
She won't quit singing that old time religion

I live on a fault line between judgement and forgiveness
A good rain hasn't come around in a while