[Verse 1]
           
Gather round t

           
his table, boy

s
           
Bring your sha

             
me, I'll lose 

   
my voice
            
Screaming at t

             
he gods 'bout 

             
the bad we've 


done
            
Merle said Mam

             
a tried but th

             
e prison still

 
 won

           
Your transgres

             
sions are mine

    
 as well
            
Anger grows in

             
 my bones if y

            
ou could not t

ell
            
But I'll find 

            
comfort in com

   
pany
           
Lord forgive u

             
s, my boys and

 
 me

[Chorus]
              
We're having a

           
n all night re

      
vival
            
Someone call t

             
he women and s

              
omeone steal t

         
he bible
            
For the sake o

             
f my survival
            
Baptize me in 

             
a bottle of Be

             
am and put Joh

            
nny on the vin

yl

[Interlude]
    x2

[Verse 2]
            
Well, the devi

             
l can scrap bu

             
t the lord has

 
 won
            
And I'll talk 

             
to him on the 

      
rising sun
           
His son rose a

           
nd mine did to

o
            
I was coming d

             
own but now I'

             
m talking to y


ou

[Chorus]
              
We're having a

           
n all night re

      
vival
            
Someone call t

             
he women and s

              
omeone steal t

         
he bible
            
For the sake o

             
f my survival
            
Baptize me in 

             
a bottle of Be

             
am and put Joh

            
nny on the vin

yl

[Interlude]
    x2

[Chorus] (single strums)
              
We're having a

           
n all night re

      
vival
            
Someone call t

             
he women and s

              
omeone steal t

         
he bible
            
For the sake o

             
f my survival
            
Baptize me in 

             
a bottle of Be

             
am and put Joh

            
nny on the vin

yl

[Interlude]
    x2

[Verse 3]
           
Gather round t

           
his table, boy

s
           
Bring your sha

             
me, I'll lose 

   
my voice
            
Screaming at t

             
he gods 'bout 

             
the bad we've 


done
            
Merle said Mam

             
a tried but th

             
e prison still

 
 won