If you think the bottom of a forty-rod jug is what's gonna hurt your head
You just wait until you get home 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet
There's a whole lotta numbers in Rock Castle County and every one of them's been rung,
I know damn well what you're out there doing, just don't know where you're getting it done.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
While you're out sworpin' and carryin' on, wilder than a 10-point buck
I'm home madder than an old wet hen pissed off and ruffled up.
It's probably just Jimmy, Inus or Clyde
Better damn not be her
You'll be beggin' me to be back in that Whitesburg jail if I get a hold of you first
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony.
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If you think the bottom of a forty-rod jug is what's gonna hurt your head
You just wait until you get home 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet
There's a whole lotta numbers in Rock Castle County and every one of them's been rung,
I know damn well what you're out there doing, just don't know where you're getting it done.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
While you're out sworpin' and carryin' on, wilder than a 10-point buck
I'm home madder than an old wet hen pissed off and ruffled up.
It's probably just Jimmy, Inus or Clyde
Better damn not be her
You'll be beggin' me to be back in that Whitesburg jail if I get a hold of you first
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony.
You just wait until you get home 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet
There's a whole lotta numbers in Rock Castle County and every one of them's been rung,
I know damn well what you're out there doing, just don't know where you're getting it done.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
While you're out sworpin' and carryin' on, wilder than a 10-point buck
I'm home madder than an old wet hen pissed off and ruffled up.
It's probably just Jimmy, Inus or Clyde
Better damn not be her
You'll be beggin' me to be back in that Whitesburg jail if I get a hold of you first
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey wings
And flew off to God knows where.
Saint Anthony
Saint of the lost and found,
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony.
Writer: ADAM WRIGHT, BRITTANY TAYLOR HAMILTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.