Well I grew up back in the sticks
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I was raised on cornbread and scripture
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And praise God for teachin' me wrong from right
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I had a wild streak
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Three counties wide
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They would have me
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Dead in the sack
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It was the hand of God'
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That got me out of the hands of the law
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Mama taught the bible
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Daddy wore the belt
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Momma set the table
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Daddy rang the bell
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The preacher did his best to show me the light
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But daddy was the one that kept me walkin' the line
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Momma sang the gospel
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Daddy drove it home
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Momma was an angel
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Daddy was the brimstone
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One foot in heaven
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One foot in hell
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I found religion between the bible and the belt
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I guess it rings true
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But the good book says
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What you learn young
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You never forget
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Daddy's belt left quite an impression on me
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I can still hear
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Momma's voice in the choir
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She set the whole dang church on fire
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And it still burns in the deepest part of me
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Mama taught the bible
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Daddy wore the belt
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Momma set the table
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Daddy rang the bell
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The preacher did his best to show me the light
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But daddy was the one that kept me walkin' the line
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Momma sang the gospel
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Daddy drove it home
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Momma was an angel
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Daddy was the brimstone
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One foot in heaven
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One foot in hell
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I found religion between the bible and the belt
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Mama taught the bible
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Daddy wore the belt
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Momma set the table
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Daddy rang the bell
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The preacher did his best to show me the light
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But daddy was the one that kept me walkin' the line
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Momma sang the gospel
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Daddy drove it home
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Momma was an angel
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Daddy was the brimstone
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One foot in heaven
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One foot in hell
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I found religion between the bible and the belt
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The Bible and the Belt
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| Bucky Covington |
