Trunk Full of Bibles

She stole a motel bible Traded up for a smoking gun Left behind all her baggage on the bed in room 21 When the sun started rising Slipping through the cracks of an open door It brought to light every single dark deed done the night before That angel on her shoulder's been gone for years Round the same time she ran out of tears A heart ain't nothing but a back seat driver She was born a preacher's daughter Never know it if you saw her Using love as a matter of survivor With a head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles She kicked up a cloud of gravel From that dusty old GTO Calling up his wife on the road from his cellphone Said I know where he was last night I know why he never came home Cause I left him at the motel tied to a bedpost That angel on her shoulder's been gone for years Round the same time she ran out of tears A heart ain't nothing but a back seat driver She was born a preacher's daughter Never know it if you saw her Using love as a matter of survivor With a head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles Ran out of gas in Laredo At a bar on the side of the road Caught a man slipping his wedding band into his billfold Waking up the next morning He was just another heart to break And another set of keys to get her further down the interstate She waved goodbye to another room 21 Stuck a devil on the dash, threw a bible in the trunk She was born a preacher's daughter Never know it if you saw her Using love as a matter of survivor With a head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles