Bells
Woah-ooh-ooh
Woah-ooh-ooh-oh
Woah-ooh
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
Nanny made apple pie in the kitchen
Paw Paw cut the combs off chickens
And daddy burned up this old town
In a ragged GT with three different wheels
Momma read tarot cards under that moon
Spoke to God with some candles in the bathroom
My brothers and me was some red necks coming up on a one lane
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
We didn't play with Tonka Toys
We shot BB guns at the neighbour next door
Any kid who moved in new
Got a taste of that old swampy green juice
Walked bare feet 'til our feet turned
Black as the slate on a swimming hole floor
And any car that drove by the midnight street
Never seen my six-inch blade
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
So dear momma, daddy, nanny, and Chicken Willie above
I hope you're happy of the thick-skinned man that I've become
That I've become (that I've become)
That I've become (that I've become)
That I've become
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
Woah-ooh-ooh-oh
Woah-ooh
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
Nanny made apple pie in the kitchen
Paw Paw cut the combs off chickens
And daddy burned up this old town
In a ragged GT with three different wheels
Momma read tarot cards under that moon
Spoke to God with some candles in the bathroom
My brothers and me was some red necks coming up on a one lane
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
We didn't play with Tonka Toys
We shot BB guns at the neighbour next door
Any kid who moved in new
Got a taste of that old swampy green juice
Walked bare feet 'til our feet turned
Black as the slate on a swimming hole floor
And any car that drove by the midnight street
Never seen my six-inch blade
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
So dear momma, daddy, nanny, and Chicken Willie above
I hope you're happy of the thick-skinned man that I've become
That I've become (that I've become)
That I've become (that I've become)
That I've become
We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells
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Writer(s): Thomas Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch
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