Bottles and Bibles

Bottles and Bibles

Litter the floor

An all night revival

Passed out around four

Now the preacher's been drinkin'

But it's hard not to do

Since she ran out the screen door

And swore they were through

Oh, Lord, if you care send a spirit down here

'Cause the preacher's been drinkin' again

But it's a hard way to go, on the straight and narrow

When everybody in town points a finger at you

But they ain't had to walk with the weight that you've hauled

They don't know you at all but they think that they do

He didn't believe her

He just knew she'd come home

But the nights kept a crawlin'

As he laid there alone

And he'd call up to Heaven

He'd hope and he's pray

But the line's always busy

Since he went astray

Oh, Lord, if you care won't you answer his prayers?

'Cause the preacher's been drinkin' again

But it's a hard way to go, on the straight and narrow

When everybody in town points a finger at you

But they ain't had to walk with the weight that you've hauled

They don't know you at all but they think that they do

Now the bottles and Bibles

Broke out in a fight

The whiskey fought hard, son

And took the victory that night

They found him a layin'

Face down by the stairs

Dressed up for a sermon

Nobody would hear

Oh, Lord, if you care send an angel down here

'Cause the preacher's been drinkin' again

But it's a hard way to go, on the straight and narrow

When everybody in town points a finger at you

But they ain't had to walk with the weight that you've hauled

They don't know you at all but they think that they do

So, Lord, if you care send an angel down here

'Cause the preacher's been drinkin' again