You said I know I get it all, yeah, I bet
I don't believe ya
Alright, yeah, okay now
In your mind, you think you can handle it all
I wanna see ya, alright, yeah, okay now
Set up your target
Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing
Still bruised from every fight your choosing
Pick a side pick up a gun and shoot it

(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer

In your mind you
Must be the bossman
Don't you feel like a cheater
Alright, yeah, okay
Whatever man, big checks
Got gloves, you caught that sunset
Oh what a leisure
Alright, yeah, okay now
Rented lamborghini for that hollywood livin'
Another night on a thousand count linen
Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your momma
Fuck 'em all long as the team is winning

(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer

Low down no good
I'm just a white trash no good
But your the deceiver
Alright, yeah, okay now
Bad boys tattooed whiskey drink all-day drug use
I'm a receiver
Damn right, yeah, okay now
At the club with the promiscuous women
Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin'
I'm may be the child of a man in prison
But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick

"Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it, I believe
With all of my heart that it is
A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquency of today, uh the evil
The feeling that you feel when you sing it"

(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahh)
Yeah
Make me a believer

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Jamie Douglass, John Schreffler, Michael Wayne Atha, Ted Kamp, Waylon Albright Jennings