Lyrics Bible On The Table - Creed Fisher

Bible On The Table

His collars blue his neck is red
Works hard all day to keep his family fed
Feels like he sold his soul for the bills he pays
But every night at supper he still says Grace
Cause He was raised to love Jesus and the USA
When You grow up in the South you’re raised that way
You won’t hear him bitch and moan about it
He’s Old School and that just ain’t his way
He’ll roll up his sleeves
Gonna do the best he can
With a Bible on the table
A shot of Whiskey in his hand
His hands are like leather from the long hard days
Cause when you’re raising three kids you don’t get no breaks
The love of his life passed away last year
He was right by her side when she shed her last tear
No time to feel lonely no time to slow down
He’s gotta stay strong cause he’s mom and daddy now
You won’t hear him bitch and moan about it
He’s Old School and that just ain’t his way
He’ll roll up his sleeves
Gonna do the best he can
With a Bible on the table
A shot of Whiskey in his hand
He’s on his own now
Gotta do the best he can
With a Bible on the table
A shot of Whiskey in his hand
There’s a Bible on the table
A shot of Whiskey in his hand