Fifteen To Get Clean
Gospel, Church organ, Background, High notes, Soaring at times, Solo, Humming, Choir, Background Trumpets, 3 Trumpets
Fifteen To Get Clean
Gospel, Church organ, Background, High notes, Soaring at times, Solo, Humming, Choir, Background Trumpets, 3 Trumpets
Lyrics
Verse 1
Sunday morning,
11:15,
got fifteen
to get on time.
11:15,
got fifteen
to get right.
Lord don’t wait,
and neither do I.
Coffee hot,
legs too.
Hair still wild,
shirt half wrong,
keys in my hand,
singin’ that song.
Can’t be late
when grace runs thin.
Can’t sit still
with your skin on my skin.
Pre-Chorus
I’m tryin’ to pray,
but damn, baby, damn.
Tryin’ to stand
like a better man.
But your little look
got a wicked way
of makin’ Sunday
feel like Saturday.
Chorus
11:15,
got fifteen
to get clean,
get right,
get gone.
11:15,
got fifteen
before that holy bell
comes on.
Lord don’t wait,
and neither do I.
Your coffee hot,
your legs too high.
11:15,
got fifteen
to save my soul
or lose my mind.
Verse 2
Bible on the dash,
breath in a rush.
Your lipstick left
where I tried to hush.
Front porch creakin’,
sunlight mean,
you look like trouble
in a Sunday dream.
I said, “Baby, please,
I gotta go.”
You said, “Jesus knows
what Jesus knows.”
Then you smiled
like a sin with teeth.
Made salvation
hard to reach.
Pre-Chorus
I’m tryin’ to pray,
but hell, honey, hell.
Heaven’s close,
but you wear it well.
One more kiss
and I’m done for sure.
One more minute
and I need the Lord.
Chorus
11:15,
got fifteen
to get clean,
get right,
get gone.
11:15,
got fifteen
before that holy bell
comes on.
Lord don’t wait,
and neither do I.
Your coffee hot,
your legs too high.
11:15,
got fifteen
to save my soul
or lose my mind.
Bridge
Amen in my mouth,
bad thoughts in my head.
White shirt wrinkled
from your side of the bed.
Forgive me, Father,
I’m runnin’ behind.
She looked too good
at 11:15.
Forgive me, Father,
I’m weak as hell.
She rang my name
like a chapel bell.
Final Chorus
11:15,
got fifteen
to get clean,
get right,
get gone.
11:15,
got fifteen
but baby keeps
holdin’ on.
Lord don’t wait,
and neither do I.
Coffee hot,
legs too high.
11:15,
got fifteen—
but I might not
make it this time.
Outro
Sunday morning,
11:15.
Got fifteen
to get right.
Lord don’t wait,
and neither do I.
But you look like
one more sin
worth bein’ late for
tonight.