My ol' man was a contradiction
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A real hard man to figure
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He'd read the King James Bible
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While sippin' on corn liquor
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He'd get drunk, and he'd get to preachin'
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Right out on the porch
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Alternatin' between cussin' and a prayin'
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Spittin' and a praisin' the Lord
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No doubt about it
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He was a man of both extremes
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He had his share of demons
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But on Jesus he would lean
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(Chorus:)
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He'd say, "Fly high like the angels
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Run wild like the devil
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We're all tryin' to find the middle
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Between saint and sinner, wrong and right
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Sunday morning and saturday night."
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Well, I have sung "Amazing Grace," hymnal in my hand
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Played "Stairway To Heaven" in a three piece pick up band
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I know the straight and narrow is the path that I should take
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But out here in the fast lane, you tend to get a little sideways
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I still hear him preachin'
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Slurrin' his words a bit
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Sayin' the thing about temptation
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Is it's so hard to resist
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Back then I didn't realize
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The wisdom in the sermon
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It took a while to understand
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The lesson I'm still learnin'
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(Chorus)
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Saint and sinner, wrong and right
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Sunday morning and Saturday night
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He said, "Fly high like the angels."
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Sunday Morning and Saturday Night
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| James Otto |
