Told me we had to pack up and move Because she saw Jesus Christ in her clementine Her faith is stronger than her perfume And her water Which she believes is wine Threw her Bible down the stairs so it would be there when she got down Threw me in the backseat then drove barefoot in a nightgown Shotgun was her left hand man But I wish he took the wheel I could barely hear her say "amen," Over the sound of tires squealing