Daddy's bourbon breath was strong as gasoline,
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An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside.
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He'd come home just burnin',
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Mad an' drunk an' mean an' raisin' hell on a Saturday night.
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Momma'd lock us up in her bedroom,
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He'd be lyin' in the hallway on our way to Sunday school.
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They both, in their own way became my savin' grace.
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Daddy passed out with his demons:
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Momma passed the offerin' plate.
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An' she'd cry out to Heaven: 'Protect this son of mine'
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While Daddy kept the devil off my back,
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By takin' up his time.
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Momma said: "Nobody's perfect," as we walked into Church,
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To ask the Good Lord to forgive him, again.
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I still recall that sermon, I hung on every word.
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That's when I learned just exactly what a Father really meant.
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And the Angels and the people gathered round,
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I was standin' in that water when that Preacher laid me down.
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They both, in their own way became my savin' grace.
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Daddy passed out with his demons:
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Momma passed the offerin' plate.
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An' she'd cry out to Heaven: "Protect this son of mine,"
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While Daddy kept the devil off my back,
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By takin' up his time.
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An' Daddy kept the devil off my back,
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By takin' up his time.
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My Saving Grace
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| Jamey Johnson |
