Those crazy Christians, I was gonna sleep in today
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But the church bells woke me up and they¡¯re a half a mile away
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Those crazy Christians, dressed up drivin¡¯ down my street
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Get their weekly dose of guilt before they head to Applebee¡¯s
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They pray before they eat and they pray before they snore
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They pray before a football game and every time they score
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Every untimely passing, every dear departed soul
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Is just another good excuse to bake a casserole
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Those crazy Christians, go and jump on some airplane
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And fly to Africa or Haiti, risk their lives in Jesus¡¯ name
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No, they ain¡¯t the late night party kind
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They curse the devil¡¯s whiskey while they drink the Savior¡¯s wine
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A famous TV preacher has a big affair and then
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One tearful confession and he¡¯s born again again
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Someone yells hallelujah and they shout and clap and sing
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It¡¯s like they can¡¯t wait to forgive someone for just about anything
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Those crazy Christians
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Instead of being outside on this sunny afternoon
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They¡¯re by the bedside of a stranger in a cold hospital room
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And every now and then they meet a poor lost soul like me
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Who¡¯s not quite sure just who or what or how he ought to be
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They march him down the aisle and then the next thing that you know
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They dunk him in the water and here comes another one of those crazy Christians
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They look to heaven their whole life
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And I think what if they¡¯re wrong but what if they¡¯re right
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You know it¡¯s funny, much as I¡¯m baffled by it all
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If I ever really needed help, well you know who I¡¯d call
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Is those crazy Christians
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Those Crazy Christians
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| Brad Paisley |
