A Country Boy Goes To Church Sometimes, especially when I'm in a lurch, I get to thinking about going to church. Aw, sometimes I go on Christmas or Easter, Or when my wife gets on me, I go just to please 'er. They tell me I'm going to hell when I die. But 'tween you 'n me, I'm not sure I know why. 'Cause I'm no so bad, just an onery ol' cuss. I believe there's a God, and I don't make much fuss. I'm good to my neighbor, never been in a fight. But, ya know, 'way down deep somethin' still don't seem right. When I think back on the last time I've been, I just kept a-feeling like I didn't fit in. Most folks were all dressed up in their nice clothes and suits. And me, I just set there in my old cowboy boots.

The music was what they called con-tem-po-rary. The man said, "Let's worship!" But, law, I had nary A clue what he meant so I tried to look cool. But down in my insides I felt like a fool. I looked at my wife then down at the floor, Next, I started to looking around for the door Why is it, I asked? Am I just all wrong? If that's what God's like, then I shore don't belong. Could it be that God's love ain't for them like me? Don't let it be true, God. But what else could it be? So now ya'll know why I've not been in church. I guess, then, for right now when I'm caught in a lurch The best that I can'll hafta do for right now. We'll muddle along and get through it somehow. Maybe some day, 'least I'm hopin' there'll be, A church that's made specially for ol' country boys like me.