I gave my life to Jesus in a Cracker Barrel parkin

I was running hard and empty, chasing neon dreams, Whiskey on my breath, and dust on my jeans. Stopped for some biscuits, just to rest my soul, Didn’t know that night the Lord would take con-trol. I gave my life to Jesus in a Cracker Barrel parking lot, Between the diesel rigs and the smell of tater tots. [G] Didn’t need a steeple, didn’t need a choir’s song— Just a whisper in my heart saying, “Son, come home.”