Saint Anthony

If you think the bottom of a forty-rod jug is what's gonna hurt your head You just wait until you get home 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet There's a whole lotta numbers in Rock Castle County and every one of them's been rung I know damn well what you're out there doing, just don't know where you're getting it done Saint Anthony Won't you please hear my prayer My baby tied on whiskey wings And flew off to God knows where Saint Anthony Saint of the lost and found If you can just find him and get him on home By God I'll do the straightening out By God, I'm gonna straighten him out While you're out sworpin' and carryin' on, wilder than a 10-point buck I'm home madder than an old wet hen pissed off and ruffled up It's probably just Jimmy, Inus or Clyde Better damn not be her You'll be beggin' me to be back in that Whitesburg jail if I get a hold of you first Saint Anthony Won't you please hear my prayer My baby tied on whiskey wings And flew off to God knows where Saint Anthony Saint of the lost and found If you can just find him and get him on home By God I'll do the straightening out By God, I'm gonna straighten him out Saint Anthony Won't you please hear my prayer My baby tied on whiskey wings And flew off to God knows where Saint Anthony Saint of the lost and found If you can just find him and get him on home By God I'll do the straightening out By God, I'm gonna straighten him out Saint Anthony