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I remember Daddy held the Bible like a gun
Back when I was a Pentacostal gospel preacher's son
And I still can see the fire and brimstone in his eyes
When he preached to people in a tent
Repent before you die
Pre Chorus
Me, I'd sneak out back with some saint-less, Southern girl
And there I'd teach her the ways of this world
Chorus
(Well) I guess I was 'a way too wild
To be the child of a preacher man
One foot on a solid rock
(And) (With) one on (the) (that) sinkin' sand
Just like the prodigal son
I guess I got way too lost
Livin' somewhere in between the devil and the cross
(Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa ho)
2nd Verse
I was Daddy's worst nightmare
By the time I turned eighteen
Baptized in a whiskey river
On the streets of New Orleans
Where the demons, drugs, and rock and roll
They seemed to clog my mind
And women were a weakness
For weeks at a time
Pre Chorus
I learned the hard way
What you reap is what you sew
So in silent desperation
One night I headed home
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge
Daddy did more than talk the talk
He walked the walk in life
He loved me and forgave me
When I came home that night
He said, 'Son, don't ever be ashamed
For God forgives the lost
We all live somewhere in between the devil and the cross'
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