Mister, I ain’t proud but sometimes on a Sunday morn’
I’ll stare out the church house window tryin’ not to yawn
Then I’ll drive out slowly with my rod and reel at night
Hit the water…cast a line and listen to the whisp’rin’ pines
And I’ll hear God and feel His light

I’ve got my own way, that I sit and pray
I search for His voice
Hear His words and I rejoice
I believe in Him, I just worship in
The church of my choice, the church of my choice

I don’t watch the TV chapel that’s on channel two
With the ‘lectric pulpit and the barcalounger pew
If I wanna hear about the problems in the world
I sit in my living room, and play some soulful tunes
By Waylon, Johnny Cash and Merle

Well I’ve got my own way, that I kneel and pray
And I search for God’s voice
Hear His words and I rejoice
I believe in Him, I just worship in
The church of my choice, the church of my choice

I’ve learned more about salvation
From the songs of Cash and Haggard
Than requests for more and more donations
From the likes of Jimmy Swaggart

Oh I’ve got my own way, that I sit and pray
And I search for His voice
Hear His words and rejoice
I believe in Him, I just worship in
The church of my choice, the church of my choice

Copyright 2010 by Robert George and Cameron Earnshaw