Goers

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