Lyrics

It was rainin' on Sunday when the preacher got shot By an unseen assailant in the parking lot Everybody say was the devil to blame Would a devil need a pistol do the work of the flame Yeah would a devil need a pistol do the work of the flame Headin' back to Jesus by the usual route Askin' for forgiveness and forbidden fruit The slayin' to this day they say remains unsolved Wouldn't be surprised was a woman involved Say I wouldn't be surprised was a woman involved God'll come a talkin' when you're on your knees Devil come a-knockin' anytime he please You gotta be protective of your mortal soul It's the only sorta thing ya got that you control God'll come a talkin' when the preacher's at the mic The devil come a-knockin' anytime he like Hounds chased a drifter down the railroad track The kids they found a switchblade in the switchyard shack Now me I take the lawyer with the loudest voice When you're fightin' for your life take your weapon of choice When you're fightin' for your life you take your weapon of choice Stockings on the line, a pie on the sill Little missus missin' up on Jericho Hill She's away to see her grandma 'cause her grandmama's dyin' Leave the bodies layin' where the bodies be lyin' Best leave the bodies layin' where the bodies be lyin' God'll come a talkin' when you're on your knees The devil come a-knockin' anytime he please Gotta be protective of your mortal soul It's the only sorta thing ya got you control God'll come a talkin' when the preacher's at the mic The devil come a-knockin' anytime he like
Writer(s): Chris Bullinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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