A bouncy, energetic country ditty about one resisting life's "forbidden" temptations!
Music and lyrics by Mason Douglas
Lyrics
I confess it’s against my better judgment
The way I’m living loud and having fun, man
Paint the town red as the barn, it don’t take much to twist my arm
Sunday morning preach to me, but Saturday night sure speaks to me
Aw, that angel sitting on my shoulder
Says they’ll be hell to pay
But aw, that devil on the other shoulder
Always gets his way
Fellowship that I get with my brothers
Saves my soul one sip after another
Self-righteous always would…tell me nothing good
Happens after midnight, but then I saw the neon light
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The voices in my head say, boy, I know what’s best for you
They babble on bout right and wrong, but I know which one I’ll choose, like I always do
And I’m like
I confess it’s against my better judgment
The way I’m living loud and having fun, man
Paint the town red as the barn, it don’t take much to twist my arm
Sunday morning preach to me, but Saturday night sure speaks to me
Aw, that angel sitting on my shoulder
Says they’ll be hell to pay
But aw, that devil on the other shoulder
Always gets his way
Fellowship that I get with my brothers
Saves my soul one sip after another
Self-righteous always would…tell me nothing good
Happens after midnight, but then I saw the neon light
CHORUS
The voices in my head say, boy, I know what’s best for you
They babble on bout right and wrong, but I know which one I’ll choose, like I always do
And I’m like
CHORUS