Jesus And Jack Daniels

Mama put brother on a prayer list When he got caught smoking that pot Daddy found out, first thing he could grab And he whipped with a zebco rod When we messed up, she'd fit us up With the scripture and a Baptist hymn And she'd pray we'd be a little more like her And a whole lot less like him Mama loved Jesus Daddy loved Jack Daniels She was red letter heaven He was old number seven Between the two of 'em Weren't nothin' they couldn't handle Mama loved Jesus Daddy loved Jack Daniels He hated how she never had no fun She hated how he had too much I got a little bit from both of them A little Bible and a little buzz I wound up turnin' out Smackdab in between His taste for Lynchburg, and her grace from John 3:16 Mama loved Jesus Daddy loved Jack Daniels She was red letter heaven He was old number seven Between the two of 'em Weren't nothin' they couldn't handle Mama loved Jesus Daddy loved Jack Daniels I'm a little hell, yeah I'm a little hallelujah If there's a stool or a pew, I might sit down next to ya Mama loved Jesus Daddy loved Jack Daniels She was red letter heaven He was old number seven Between the two of 'em Weren't nothin' they couldn't handle Mama loved Jesus Daddy loved Jack Daniels