Kevin Gordon Church on Time Lyrics Kevin Gordon lyrics

I was up all night, working hard on the mountain
Rollin' eighty mile an hour on the way back down
Back on the flats at 7:02
Sun coming up, I started thinking about you
If that dashboard evangelist could've kissed your Sunday bedroom eyes
He wouldn't make it to church on time

Preacher drive a Lincoln, deacon drive a Ford
This old rust-bucket got four on the floor
And a wide windshield full of distractions
I want a pop-a-top, pawn shop piece of the action
I was straight on my way to the tent revival
When something on the corner shined
I didn't make it to church on time


Yes I want to be good--like I should
But I always seem to find
The sweetest fruit on the vine

The congregation met and they sent me a letter
Said we're gonna pray for you, son, ‘til your timing gets better
We're making a mark for every day you miss
Remember old Judas went astray with just one kiss
When his immortal soul was lost for the mere cost of 40 dimes
He didn't make it to church on time