Baptized in the James

Baptized in The James

Another preacher’s daughter. Another soul that’s lost.

Another expectation of a daddy’s that got tossed.

She learned to run real far. She learned to run real fast.

There ain’t nothing Daddy or Momma could do to hold her back.

She finally heard the calling just like her daddy said.

But not the calling of the good Lord, it was the road called her instead

She took to the highway with backroads in her head.

And Virginia Appalachia disappeared with that sunset.

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No matter how far she’d run or where her head might lay

She could feel the chilly water as it overcomes her face.

She could feel her daddy’s hands beneath her head as he prayed.

There’s a deeper truth that she just can’t escape.

She was baptized in The James.

She’d come home for Christmas cause that’s what people do.

Dance around the discourse, and smile the whole way through.

No need to talk about the feelings they don’t share.

She can write 'em in her diary a thousand miles from there.

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Tearing through the years putting miles and miles and miles tween there and here.

But time reveals all those roads behind your wheels don’t disappear.

Come to Jesus is not the phrase she’d use.

But she felt her mamma’s call before that call came through.

Yeah, her daddy died, and she stood right by his grave.

She clasped her hands, bowed her head….and she prayed.

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