Preacher's Kid Problem

Daddy was the pastor over at First Baptist Mama was the choir director, too I was the boy in the second pew always In a clip-on tie and Sunday shoes Learned the Bible 'fore I learned to read Could name every book, every psalm, every creed But nobody told me what to do When the devil's got a prettier sermon than you

Preacher's kid problem You learn all the rules Then you learn all the ways That the rules make fools Preacher's kid problem You know where the keys are To the wine and the women And the whole damn car Preacher's kid problem Ain't nobody as lost As the boy who had heaven And counted the cost

Seventeen, smoked my first joint With Kaylee behind the church Lost my cross in the back of her Chevy Lost my daddy's trust for worse Thirty-two and still can't sit Through a Sunday without shakin' Daddy prays for me every night And I pray for him while I'm breakin'

He came to my apartment once Stood in my kitchen, ring still on Asked me "Son, can we read one psalm?" And we did, and my soul went wrong Not wrong bad — wrong good The kind of wrong you can't explain Somewhere between the 23rd And the tears, I took my name again

Preacher's kid problem I came back like a thief Daddy laid his hand on me And preached the good belief Preacher's kid problem We all come home broke And the prodigal's the gospel That makes the old man choke Preacher's kid problem That makes the old man choke

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