Preachers Kid Video (MV)

Shadow of a steeple, where the hymns hang heavy
There stands a preacher, my soul's a tangled vine
Pain etched in my bones, like grooves on an old record
Drank whiskey from a glass, seeking peace from divine

The choir sings of grace, and my daddy prays
I've been dancing with the devil, so my conscience is ablaze
Backsliding these back roads, gravel crunching underfoot
I know I'm doing wrong, but this night's too sweet to refuse

I'm a gospel rebel, saint with the crooked halo
Barroom confessions, like moonshine flow... Preacher's kid, Piano man plays the blues, his fingers weary
His chords they etch my soul, my eyes they are teary
I kissed temptation's lips, tasted fire and sin
That preacher kid lies, the forbidden hymn
I brawled in dim lit taverns, knuckles stay bruised Broken bottles, broken vows, my soul completely confused
Stained glass windows weep, as I stumble home
I know I'm doing wrong, but the devil won't leave me alone

Im a gospel rebel, Saint with the crooked halo Bar room confessions, like moonshine flow....Preacher's kid

Man check this out, one night, we were out running a muck
Ended up getting into a bar fight, we were the last ones standing
Someone called the 5-0, before we could get out of there, Ol' boy walks in, that's Sheriff badge gleamed
Boots were heavy on the floor as he walked in
He looks at me and goes boy your daddy prays, but you're straight knocking on hell's door
I chuckle, tip my hat, took another swig
My soul aching, I said man, between salvation and damnation I'm forever shaking, get bent fool.

I'm a gospel rebel, saint with the crooked halo
Bar room confessions, like moonshine flow
Preacher's kid