Songtext von Closed On Sunday

Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A Hold the selfies, put the 'Gram away Get your family, y'all hold hands and pray When you get daughters, always keep 'em safe Watch out for vipers, don't let them indoctrinate Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A You're my number one, with the lemonade Raise our sons, train them in the faith Through temptations, make sure they're wide awake Follow Jesus, listen and obey No more livin' for the culture, we nobody's slave Stand up for my home Even if I take this walk alone I bow down to the King upon the throne My life is His, I'm no longer my own I pray to God that He'll strengthen my hand They will think twice steppin' onto my land I draw the line, it's written in the sand Try me and you will see that I ain't playin' Now, back up off my family, move your hands I got my weapons in the spirit's land I, Jezebel don't even stand a chance Jezebel don't even stand a chance Chick-fil-A