Bible Belt (feat. Little Feat)

(Travis Tritt) Well, he was the assistant preacher And the Sunday school teacher In the church that I grew up in She was looker from Atlanta, Led the choir, played piano Had a body that was made for sin. She didn't care that he was married, 'Cause the torch that she carried Was hotter than the fires of hell She had plans to seduce him, If she could, she could loosen A notch in the bible belt. So, she called him up at home When she knew he'd be alone Said, 'Preacher I could use advice, I got troubles with a man That I know you'll understand If you could help me it would sure be nice. They met a few minutes after In the office of the Pastor And she started telling how she felt What a chance they were takin' When they first started breakin' The laws of the bible belt. There's a lot of good people Who are led astray That believe what the good Book said Well, I'll tell ya somethin' brother When you're dealin' with the Devil It's tough to keep a level head. And it's hard to imagine How the flames of passion Can burn you till your soul will melt And it'll spread like a cancer But you're gonna have to answer To the Lord and the bible belt. Someone said they went to Vegas, Back home it didn't take us Long to hear the news of what they did Nobody could believe that he Left his wife to grieve Alone with two pre-school kids. I don't know how they're doin' But I know that they're screwin' Up a good thing they once had They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the bible belt. Repeat Chorus They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the bible belt...