Swing, low! Sweet grayhound! Pull my number, cut these godforsaken chords! Swing low! Take me home! Some glad mornin to Ohio's muddy shore! God, I'm ready! Take me back into the world. I got that Jailhouse Religion! Lookin toward that pearly gate Livin for that outdate. I need that Jailhouse Religion! Need a faith in what's beyond This little world behind the bars! Said, Jesus! Save me from this prison! I got that Jailhouse Religion. No more tears, shed alone! At the family table, where the sinners dine! No more plain, khaki robes! No more handouts like a grown ass fuckin child! God, this easy life gets old after a while. I got that jailhouse religion! Lookin toward that pearly gate Livin for that outdate. I need that Jailhouse Religion! Need a faith in what's beyond This little world behind the bars! Said, Jesus! Save me from this prison! I got that Jailhouse Religion. Someday! I'm goin! To that city back where I was born and raised! Streets paved, in pavement! Where the sunset calls the angels out to play! God, I just can't serve another lonely day! I got that Jailhouse Religion! Lookin toward that pearly gate Livin for that outdate. I need that jailhouse religion! Need a faith in what's beyond This little world behind the bars! Said, Jesus! Save me from this prison! I got that Jailhouse Religion. [Band breakdown] [tempo slows] Said, I got that Jailhouse Religion.
