| I grew up back in the sticks
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| I was raised on cornbread and scripture
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| And praise god for teaching me wrong from right
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| I had a wild streak three counties wide
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| Devil had me dead in his sights
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| It was the hand of god that kept me
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| Out of the hands of the law
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| Mamma brought the bible daddy brung the belt
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| Mamma set the table daddy rung the bell
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| The preacher did his best to show me the light
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| But daddy was the one that kept me walking the line
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| Mamma sang the gospel daddy drove it home
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| Mamma was an angel daddy was the brimstone
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| One foot in heaven one foot in hell
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| I found religion tween the bible and the belt
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| I guess it rings true what the good book says
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| What you learn young you never forget
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| Daddy’s belt left quite an impression on me
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| I can still hear mamma’s voice in the choir
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| She’d set the whole damn church on fire
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| And it still burns in the deepest part of me
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| Mamma brought the bible daddy brung the belt
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| Mamma set the table daddy rung the bell
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| The preacher did his best to show me the light
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| But daddy was the one that kept me walking the line |
| Mamma sang the gospel daddy drove it home
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| Mamma was an angel daddy was the brimstone
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| One foot in heaven one foot in hell
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| I found religion tween the bible and the belt |