by Alex Wilson
Album
On the Spot
Lyrics
Verse 1 Woke up with a stranger, tangled in the sheets, Lipstick on my collar, boots stillMayor’s weight on my feet. Clock’s tickin’ past nine, preacher’s gonna frown, Got a potluck dish to save my soul in this town. Chorus Runnin’ late to church, with a sinner’s grin, Last night’s whiskey still burnin’ deep within. Tater casserole’s ridin’ shotgun in my truck, Prayin’ for grace, hopin’ for luck. Verse 2 Her perfume’s on my shirt, can’t shake the devil’s sway, Dashboard Jesus judgin’ every mile I stray. Gravy flies, I’m speedin’ down that old dirt road, Gotta get to service ‘fore the choir sings. Chorus Runnin’ late to church, with a sinner’s grin, Last night’s whiskey still burnin’ deep within. Tater casserole’s ridin’ shotgun in my truck, Prayin’ for grace, hopin’ for luck. Bridge Barstool confessions won’t cleanse my soul, But a pan of cornbread might make the preacher whole. Slide in the back pew, dodge the deacon’s stare, Lord, forgive me, I’m almost there. Chorus Runnin’ late to church, with a sinner’s grin, Last night’s whiskey still burnin’ deep within. Tater casserole’s ridin’ shotgun in my truck, Prayin’ for grace, hopin’ for luck. Outro (Claps, hollers, banjo twang) Late to church, but I’m here with my dish, Saved by the potluck, thank God for this wish!
Notes
Performance Details Sound Description (Acoustic): Bright acoustic guitar strums with a cheeky banjo riff, gravelly vocals delivering a foot-tapping, gospel-tinged romp, claps adding barroom charm. Sound Description (Recording): Polished country-rock, jangly guitars, lively fiddle, and driving drums, with group harmonies on the chorus for a radio-ready, singalong vibe.