| I’m a son of a preacher man, everybody calls him Brother Jim |
| Seems like I spend my life tryin' to live up to him |
| Well, he taught me wrong from right but Lord knows I still sin |
| Hey, I’m the son of a preacher man |
| Daddy said that the narrow road was the only road to take |
| But now I make my livin' on a tour bus rollin' down interstates |
| All nighters with cheaters and liars can sometimes test your faith |
| I’m still the son of a preacher man |
| Well, the good books say that Jesus ran with a party crowd |
| So I believe and pray them Pearly Gates are still where I’m bound |
| And I don’t know if the life I chose makes my daddy proud of who I am |
| I’m just the son of a preacher man, hey of a preacher man |
| Most Sunday mornings I spend getting over Saturday nights |
| While he’s down there preaching in the pulpit, singin', 'I saw the light' |
| And sometimes it’s hard to look my mirror in the eye |
| Knowin' I’m the son of a preacher man |
| Well, the good books say that Jesus ran with a party crowd |
| So I believe and pray them Pearly Gates are still where I’m bound |
| And I don’t know if the life I chose makes my daddy proud |
| Hey, I’m just the son of a preacher man, oh yeah |
| I’m just the son, I’m just the son |
| Hey, I’m the son of a preacher man |
| Hey, of a preacher man |