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 |
