There's a Wedding in the chapel,
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And the bride is oh so happy,
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And Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand,
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The groom is sweatin' bullets,
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As the priest steps to the pulpit
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He's about to make this boy into a man
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Sweet Jesus in the Garden
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Can you grant this boy a pardon
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For its true he really don't know what he's done
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Better lock the church door tight
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'Cause at the slightest crack of light
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That boy is gonna hit the ground and run
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He's gonna run he's gonna fly
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He's out the door and down the street
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And he won't say Goodbye
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the Diapers and the diatribes
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Of her Daddy on the rum
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That boy is gonna hit the ground and run
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Was it the rubbing or the tugging
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Put a bun in Nancy's oven
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She's praying she's not starting to show
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But the wedding's set for April
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and she's known since November
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She ain't got hells chance of a ball of snow
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What in the Lords name was he thinking
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You can't blame this all on drinking
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You can count the family teeth upon one hand
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By Midnight he was muddled
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for her gene pool is a puddle
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That boy might be the Daddy of his old man
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Hit The Ground And Run
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Great Big Sea |