Goers

I've found religion at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Bean
 I've drank through holy water, (now my soul is clean.)
 The bartender is my preacher, and their care will deliver me
 From this life, I've been a livin' fool, a sin in misery
 Cause we're all goers at the west point saloon
 This barstool is my confession booth
 We all gather for communion, let's all drink until we're blind
 It's okay cause they say that Jesus turned that water into wine
 Well, all your sins are forgiven, everybody get in line
 Well, offer up their tithing cause its almost closing time
 Cause we're all goers at the west point saloon
 This barstool is my confession booth
 This is my religion, these are our church pews
 This bar is my steeple and my praise is the blues
 Well everybody gave 'em what part of the truth
 Everybody's welcome start spreading the news
 Cause we're all goers at the west point saloon
 This barstool is my confession booth
 Cause we're all goers at the west point saloon
 This barstool is my confession booth
 This barstool is my confession booth