Bar Fight Baptism---OK. not best
By TitanChord · Dark Hard Americana
Lyrics
Saturday night at the Black Dog Inn Cody Mac said somethin' about my sister I said "Brother, you got one chance" He said "Hell, I don't need one, mister" Bottle went up, bottle came down Jukebox playin' "Family Tradition" And the Lord said "Welcome home, my son This is your kind of mission"
Bar fight baptism Whiskey and a broken jaw Every sinner in the county Gets washed in the Black Dog's law Bar fight baptism Blood on the pool table felt Ain't no holy water quite like The one that the bartender dealt
Cody Mac went down in a heap The bouncer came, we both got tossed Landed in the parkin' lot laughin' Talkin' 'bout what we'd lost He said "Man, your right hook, damn" I said "Man, your left ain't bad" Helped him up, bought him a pizza Best damn brother fight I ever had
Preacher's gonna preach forgiveness Preacher's gonna preach the light But sometimes a man needs a knuckle And a drunk fight on a Saturday night Sometimes the soul gets dirty And a fist is the only soap Bar fight baptism, boys Bar fight is holy hope
Bar fight baptism Amen and amen Every scar's a signature From a God who's been Bar fight baptism The wicked and the saved Broke our teeth together Then we sang "Amazing Grave" Bar fight baptism Broke our teeth and sang "Amazing Grave"
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Genre: Dark hard Americana, rowdy outlaw country-rock, modern honky-to
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