Every Head Bowed

Yesterday I was home with the kiddos and I had Alexa play Randy Travis, which I have never done before.  It was a great mix of his songs and definitely a station I will have her play again to give some good background music to our crazy days.

I wasn't really listening to the song that was playing as I was involved with little ones and the song that was playing didn't ring a bell.

Then, suddenly, one line stood out, and when I heard it, I not only laughed out loud, but started paying attention to the rest of the song.

Then, I immediately looked up the lyrics online and kept laughing at this incredibly honest and hilarious song I had never heard before.

The line that cut through the chaos of our home was, 

"Mama's gonna wear that back side out while shoutin' Halelujah!"

Here is the song:

And here are the lyrics:

Sunday mornin' was a fight
I was runnun' from a clip-on tie
It took Daddy's belt to get me into my Sunday best
Lord's Supper would go on past
Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
I was starvin' to death 'cause I didn't know Jesus yet
But I was saved by a month-old Twinkle in my corduroy coat
When every head bowed, every eye closed

Amazing Grace don't make a sound
Or Momma's gonna wear that backside out while shoutin' hallelujah
If you raised your hand or came on down
To repent of your sins there'd be little kid starin' a hole right through ya
But I wasn't no angel so I wasn't gonna throw no stones
When every head bowed, every eye closed

Pass the plate and altar call
Every verse of "I Surrender All"
Squirming in my seat tummy growlin' like a grizzly bear
We'd hit the door when the service closed
Hopped in the car, burned up on the road
Straight to KFC 'cause we're gonna beat the Catholics there
While they're still confessing we were blessing our mashed potatoes
With every head bowed, every eye closed

While Daddy says grace put that fork back down
Or Momma's gonna wear that backside out while shoutin' hallelujah
I could have sworn I lost 15 pounds
Lust for finger-lickin' greasy fried children burns a hole right through ya
While Daddy's still prayin' everybody's dinner's done got cold
With every head bowed, every eye closed

Well God never struck me down
Guess he thought it was a pretty good show
With every head bowed, every eye closed
Every head bowed, every eye closed

Spoken:

Mmmmmm, good chicken

Will you pass them taters