Too Good for Me Lyrics

Get up on Sunday, put on your shirt and tie

Make sure your wife's dress falls well below her thigh

Grab the kids by the hand and walk proudly inside

Taking comfort that you know where your soul will abide

You see a friendly face, so you nod and say hi

Give a smile and a wave to someone across the aisle

Walk out baptized to the fancy car outside

Taking comfort that you know where your soul will abide

Get up on Monday, put on your shirt and tie

Eat your breakfast, drink your coffee, kiss your wife goodbye

Pat the kids on the head and walk calmly outside

Taking comfort that you know you got somewhere to go hide

You see a pretty face, so you nod and say hi

She smiles back, so you put your hand on her thigh

And when she gets mad, you don't understand why

She should be thanking you for all the comfort you could provide

Instead she says, "What's happening now is not what was

And I don't care what you think your money does

Or how well you behave proper and pious

I can't have ya thinkin' that just because

No I can't have ya thinkin' that just because

Ya don't drink

Ya don't smoke

You're never broke

You're too good for me

 You go to work

You go to church

You never curse

You're too good for me

Go home at night and take off your shirt and tie

Eat your dinner, read the paper, lay down beside your wife

And when you say your prayers, don't bother to confide

Already think ya know where your soul will abide

 But in the dead of night her words will ring out in your head

And you'll have to put your shirt on and get up out of bed

And wonder where your soul is gonna go when you're dead

And who will pay the price for crimes you've committed

Cause even though ya think your someone who obeys

Just by bein' someone who goes to church and prays

It won't matter when ya come to the end of your days

If you show your sinning in so many other ways, yeah

Ya show your sin in other ways, ya think just cause

Ya don't drink

Ya don't smoke

You're never broke

You're too good for me

Ya go to work

Ya go to church

Ya don't curse

You're too good for me

Think you're the best

You think you're blessed

But you're cursed, you're not

Too good for me

Ya think you're blessed

Think you're the best

But you're the worst, you're not

Too good for me