Saints in Diesel

Lost my pulpit in '91 Caught with a deacon's wife in Memphis Bought a Kenworth, bought a CB And I been preachin' to the asphalt since

Mile marker eighty-two outside Knoxville Pulled over, opened the Good Book wide Read three verses to a hitchhiker named Jesse — He said amen and asked me for a ride

Saints in diesel, ghosts in the gears I been preachin' to mile markers thirty-eight years My pulpit's a Peterbilt, my altar's I-40 — And the Lord rides shotgun with me Lord rides shotgun with me

Scripture comes faster at three a.m. When the only light's a Pilot sign I am closer to God in the sleeper berth Than I ever was in line

There's a girl I baptized in '88 Now she rides with a man who don't pray And I haul her name across this country 'Til the Lord sees fit to take it away 'Til the Lord sees fit to take it away

They unfrocked me, they un-named me They cut my collar from my neck But the Lord don't drive a Cadillac, brother — The Lord drives a Kenworth, I bet The Lord drives a Kenworth, I bet

Saints in diesel, ghosts in the gears I been preachin' to mile markers thirty-eight years My pulpit's a Peterbilt, my altar's I-40 — And the Lord rides shotgun with me Lord rides shotgun with me

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