Devil And The Cross

I remember Daddy held the Bible like a gun

Back when I was a Pentacostal gospel preacher's son

And I still can see the fire and brimstone in his eyes

When he preached to people in a tent

Repent before you die

Pre Chorus

Me, I'd sneak out back with some saint-less, Southern girl

And there I'd teach her the ways of this world

Chorus

(Well) I guess I was 'a way too wild

To be the child of a preacher man

One foot on a solid rock

(And) (With) one on (the) (that) sinkin' sand

Just like the prodigal son

I guess I got way too lost

Livin' somewhere in between the devil and the cross

(Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa ho)

2nd Verse

I was Daddy's worst nightmare

By the time I turned eighteen

Baptized in a whiskey river

On the streets of New Orleans

Where the demons, drugs, and rock and roll

They seemed to clog my mind

And women were a weakness

For weeks at a time

Pre Chorus

I learned the hard way

What you reap is what you sew

So in silent desperation

One night I headed home

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge

Daddy did more than talk the talk

He walked the walk in life

He loved me and forgave me

When I came home that night

He said, 'Son, don't ever be ashamed

For God forgives the lost