Susan Indest, Dusty Hughes - I Don't Know the Shouldn'ts From the Shoulds Lyrics

All week long I work my fingers to the bone
On Friday I get paid, I drink and carry on
On Saturday I sleep all day, drink 'til dawn
Just the same as my daddy done

I go to church on Sunday, tithe 10 percent
I pray for lost souls, I shout amen
I eat Jesus' body, I drink Jesus' blood
But I worry this ain't enough

Oh Jesus, oh Mary, oh Joseph and the Saints
Won't you please clear up for me your cans from your cain'ts?
I want to be a righteous man, holy and good
But I don't know the shouldn'ts from the shoulds

I haven't cried since I was a kid
I stuff them tears down like my daddy did
I didn't even cry when my daddy died
I just got drunk and hid my pain inside

Oh Jesus, oh Mary, oh Joseph and the Saints
Won't you please clear up for me your cans from your cain'ts?
I want to be a righteous man, holy and good
But I don't know the shouldn'ts from the shoulds

Some bow at the altar, beg for absolution
Confess their sins, perform ablutions
Wear burlap drawers, flog themselves raw
Then they pray that they've done enough

Oh Jesus, oh Mary, oh Joseph and the Saints
Won't you please clear up for me your cans from your cain'ts?
I want to be a righteous man, holy and good
But I don't know the shouldn'ts from the shoulds