Prodigal Daughter

Holy smoke and holy water

From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter

Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler

This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father

I was saccharine as sugarcane, tiptoeing on the fence

Pent up like a thundercloud, chomping at the bit

Ran crooked as a creek bed, but my innocence was pure

Had Mama sweating bullets, for my soul, she wasn't sure

He was twenty-one

Whole lotta fun

Powder from a gun

And we went up in

Holy smoke and holy water

From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter

Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler

This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father

He lit me up like cigarettes, I drank up every ounce

Like an early misty morning fog, he ghosted out of town

Made me locomotive crazy, flying off the tracks

Cutting deals at the crossroads, dying to get him back

Yeah, I was rising in the black

Holy smoke and holy water

From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter

Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler

This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father

Flowers in my hair

Ain't got a prayer

Still somewhere in between

Holy smoke and holy water

From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter

Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler

This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father

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