Preacher's Son Lyrics

Daddy taught me the Word, but he may have taught me too well

Because everything I know about me says I'm going to hell

But it's not like I don't have a conscience and I'm as sweet as a Georgia peach

As we all know there's some men you just can't reach

And it's usually the preachers son

Lord knows we're the worst of them all

We're the first ones to let you down and the first ones to fall, well hey ya'll

Just so you know I'm a preachers son

I'm no saint and I'm not trying to be

Because God only knows how much of the devil's in me, but we'll see

I'm a kind-hearted soul who opens up doors for old ladies, I do

And I'm constantly complementing the ugliest babies, well how cute

There's not a mean bone in my body and heaven knows I wouldn't hurt a fly

Come have a drink or three with me, you'll see that I'm one hell of a guy

But I, I, I'm still a preachers son

And we raise hell better than most

We're the first ones to fill up your glass and to raise a toast

Come have a round with the preachers son

Well, let's live it up until the morning light

And we can ask for forgiveness tomorrow if we live through tonight, well that's right

Come on, get down with the preachers son

Well, I may not be glory-bound

But I'll be high as a kite until I'm six feet under ground

Lord, have mercy on this preachers son