Grand-daddy was a preacher
As straight and hard as iron
Heart pumped holy spirit
The way his stills pumped 'shine
The good book and a sawed-off
Let the revenuers come
The only law he'd answer to:
A bible and a gun
Sunday morning service
Grand-daddy's eyes would roll
Anyone who crossed us
He'd cast judgement on their soul
The Holy Ghost and fire
The blessed gift of tongues
There's no evil can't be faced off with:
A bible and a gun
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My daddy went to Vietnam
He lied about his age
Met some boys in Laos who worked for the CIA
He ran their black tar heroin
To the Las Vegas strip
From old money to The Outfit
Said, "Let's give the beard a clip"
He died in a whorehouse on the outskirts of Đà Nẵng
A vein shot full of strychnine and his dick still in his hand
Said here's a stay at home in a box for the next vegas run
A deck of nudie playing cards;
A bible and a gun
My brother joined the army to travel overseas
I wish that I could join him but I got a bum left knee
He fought Reds in Nicaragua and in Afghanistan
Now he's running opium for the Taliban
And I stayed in these old pine woods
To mind the family store
I mostly deal in crystal meth
'Cause 'shine don't sell no more.
I do the sunday services from my daddy's old black book.
TEC-9 in the pulpuit
Just in case the cops show up.
Now you can try to judge me
You can tell me that I'm wrong
My family raised me right
That holy spirit keeps me strong
This is the land of freedom
And I'm my father's son
And I'll take what I got comin' with:
A bible and a gun