I go to church on a Sunday   The vows that I make, I break them on Monday   The rest of the week, I do as I please   Then come Sunday morning, I pray on my knees      Dear God, I know I'm not worthy   But I need you so please won't you hurry   And help me turn back from the path I have trod   You'll never be sorry, dear God      Each day we read in the paper   Of the carryin's on of some of our neighbors   We're sinnin' and lyin' and forgetting the faith   Then we have the nerve to ask is it too late      Dear God, I know I'm not worthy   But I need you so please won't you hurry   And help me turn back from the path I have trod   You'll never be sorry, dear God