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[Verse]
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Well, I pulled up
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To that church of Christ
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With a broken heart
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And bloodshot eyes
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Too hungover to go inside
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So, I hung my head and drove on by


[Chorus]
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And I don't feel like Hallelujah
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With this aching in my chest
          C                              G                 Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C        D            G     N.C.
Drinking in my Sunday best


[Verse 2]
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Thought I really, really knew him well
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He was the one, far as I could tell
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But last night I caught him with somebody else
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And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell


[Chorus]
            C             G
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
          D            G
With this aching in my chest
         C                               G                 Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C        D            G
Drinking in my Sunday bеst


[Bridge]
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Yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timе
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 But right now forgiveness ain't something I can find


[Chorus]
            C              G
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
          D            G
With this aching in my chest
          C                              G                 Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C        D         G
Drinking, and I'm a mess
          C        D            G
Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best


[Tag]
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When I pulled up to that church of Christ
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Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking
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 It's somethin' silly
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 Hell, Jesus turned water into wine
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 Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha
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 Whoo, I'm drunk
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 Hahaha