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Daddy's bourbon breath was strong as gasoline, |
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An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside. |
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He'd come home just burnin', |
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Mad an' drunk an' mean an' raisin' hell on a |
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Saturday night. |
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Momma'd lock us up in her bedroom, |
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He'd be lyin' in the hallway on our way to |
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Sunday school. |
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They both, in their own way became my savin' grace. |
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Daddy passed out with his demons: |
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Momma passed the offerin' plate. |
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An' she'd cry out to |
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Heaven: "Protect this son of mine," |
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While Daddy kept the devil off my back, |
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By takin' up his time. |
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Momma said: "Nobody's perfect," as we walked into |
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Church,To ask the |
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Good Lord to forgive him, again. |
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I still recall that sermon, |
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I hung on every word. |
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That's when |
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I learned just exactly what a |
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Father really meant. |
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And the Angels and the people gathered round, |
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I was standin' in that water when that |
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Preacher laid me down. |
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They both, in their own way became my savin' grace. |
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Daddy passed out with his demons: |
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Momma passed the offerin' plate. |
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An' she'd cry out to |
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Heaven: "Protect this son of mine," |
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While Daddy kept the devil off my back, |
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By takin' up his time. |
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An' Daddy kept the devil off my back, |
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By takin' up his time. |
