Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Preachin’ to the Choir’ by A Thousand Horses. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Thousand Horses or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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All right
I’m either all in or all out
I’m in the wooden pew Sunday party crowd
If no one else will drink it then you know I will
And wake up in the morning with some Baptist guilt
Every tattoo’s got a story to tell
Mama said she’s prayin’ hard to keep me outta hell
But whiskey tastes better when you chase it with a beer
But I ain’t telling nothing new to nobody here
If I’m preachin’ to the choir
Raise your hands a little higher
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Pour a little payday on the fire
If you’re a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
Then you’re just like me
And I’m preachin’ to the choir, yeah
Preachin’ to the choir
I ain’t rich but I’m grateful
Every time I’m driving with a tank full
“Simple Man” coming through the dashboard speakers
I’m a southern rock sinner, believer
And I’m preachin’ to the choir
Raise your hands a little higher
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Pour a little payday on the fire
If you’re a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
Then you’re just like me
And I’m preachin’ to the choir
And nothing like bourbon and the blues
Smoke ring hallelu’s
Breaking our backs, bending the rules
Southern dry, deep-fried, hearts of gold
Hell, but you already know (you already know)
That’s right!
‘Cause I’m preachin’ to the choir
Raise your hands a little higher
If you wanna sing along to a Saturday night revival song
Let me see you sparking up your lighters
Pour a little payday on the fire
If you’re a forty drinking, forty working, living the dream
Then you’re just like me
And I’m preachin’ to the choir
Yeah, I’m preachin’ to the choir
I’m either all in or all out
‘Cause I’m preachin’ to the choir
That’s right!