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
