Holy Line

         C        /B    Am     /G                      Dm                            G

I’m goin’ on a mission, you see God has spoken to me

     C       /B           Am           /G                     Dm           G

I’m gonna do his holy work, gonna save the family

        F                        G                                                           C      /B         Am

I know it’s during the workweek, but I’ll make the sacrifice

             F                                                  G                   F                  G              C

Gonna buy me a chicken sandwich, Dr. Pepper – hold the ice

Thought about working in a shelter, maybe serving up some food

Got to consider my limited resources, and give to the greater good

Gonna get me a chicken sandwich, teach these people what is right

You know it’s just an abomination, holding hands out in plain sight

Gonna get me a chicken sandwich, and answer someone’s prayer

Maybe get a side of waffle fries, just to show that I really care

And I’ll buy a big fat soft drink, at least a quart or two

Just to thumb my nose at the government, yeah, let’s see what they do

Thinkin’ about serving at that soup kitchen, or donating to the poor

Instead I’ll get me some fastfood, make it quicker to Heaven’s door

Or holding babies in a hospital, or reading to kids at school

No, I’ll just get me a chicken burger, my mama didn’t raise no fool

I remember the lessons that I was taught, way back in Sunday School

To love your neighbor just as yourself, and apply the golden rule

But these people are way too different, they’re not like lepers or the poor

And these public displays of affection, GOD they make me sore!

I thought about volunteering, way downtown at the food bank

But instead I’ll buy me some chicken, fill up that old fuel tank

Thought about teaching Sunday school – how Jesus helped the sick

Then I considered the chicken sandwich – pickle?  No pickle? Hard to pick

I’m going on a spiritual retreat, right down to the chicken store

And wind up on the right side, of this nasty culture war

As far as feeding the homeless, I’ll leave that for the others

I’ll go stand in that chicken line, with my holy sisters and brothers