Brit Taylor - Church Bus
That sign on your windshield was a sign from the LordA miracle to find an Econoline Ford
The tires were fair and full of air and the engine not half bad,
That preacher liked the smell of cash, we gave him all we had.
Church bus, church bus
It's time for us to go.
Church bus, church bus
Hitch that trailer to the tow.
We sure ain't Holy Rollers,
We're just rolling down this road
We ain't trying to get to heaven
Just trying to make it to the show
That ain't the engine smoking they're just toking in the back
Them blue lights see First Nazarene and, hell, they just wave us past
Lord knows this little hillbilly band can raise a lot of hell
We appreciate your service, keep our secrets to yourself
Church bus, church bus
It's time for us to go.
Church bus, church bus
Hitch that trailer to the tow.
We sure ain't Holy Rollers,
We're just rolling down this road
We ain't trying to get to heaven
Just trying to make it to the show
Church bus, church bus
Duct tape and prayer.
Church bus, Church bus
Come on take us there.
Church bus, church bus
It's time for us to go
Church bus, church bus
Hitch that trailer to the tow.
We sure ain't Holy Rollers,
We're just rolling down this road,
We ain't trying to get to heaven
Just trying to make it to the show
We ain't trying to get to heaven
Just trying to make it to the show
Written by:
BILLY MONTANA, BRITTANY TAYLOR HAMILTON, DAN FERNANDEZ
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