Lyrics

He hides behind that silver cross he wears around his neck And the Proverbs 32 that he's got tattooed on his chest The self-proclaimed saint, a picture he paints But he's got way too many sins to be saved That boy he's got it coming, so he better get to running No, the Devil ain't in Georgia He's here in Tennessee He drives an F150 and he takes his whiskey neat Oh, a hypocrite of his crucifix And he's headed straight to Hell for it I'm praying to the Holy Father He'll drown himself in holy water He'll stab you in the back No remorse, he won't regret it No, it's a lie before he says it What a way to get to Heaven He's a snake with blue eyes He acts like he's wise Put my hand on the Bible, I swear on my life No, the Devil ain't in Georgia He's here in Tennessee He drives an F150 and he takes his whiskey neat Oh, a hypocrite of his crucifix And he's headed straight to Hell for it I'm praying to the Holy Father He'll drown himself in holy water (Holy) Holy Holy No, the Devil ain't in Georgia He's here in Tennessee He drives an F150 and he takes his whiskey neat Oh, a hypocrite of his crucifix And he's headed straight to Hell for it I'm praying to the Holy Father He'll drown himself in holy water (Holy) (Holy) In holy water (Holy)
Writer(s): Jarrod M Ingram, Blake Hubbard, Andrew Stoelzing, Leah Marie Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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