The Preacher's Son

A cold bathtub and a phone
Ringing on the floor
There's much worse places to wake up in
And that's for sure
I have to find the courage
To swallow my tears
I'l try to do it one more time
For my little girls

Even the bar it don't feel the same
Since that gypsy woman took and ran away
You know, she had the magic to cure my ex-wife
But now I feel like I just lost my second life
I spent a decade working so hard
Just to lose my family
So I light one up as I load up the car
You know it's too early not to
And that is the deal

Here he comes, the preacher's son again
Singing "fuck you all, I'm gonna do it my way"
Tilted like a wreck and talking tough

It's not only the way that it seems
Papa's gonna be there no matter where he lives
I'm feeling like I'm more than likely done
But I'ma play it like it's only just begun

My eldest is mature far beyond her seven years
My youngest is too young to remember all the tears
The one in the middle, she keeps it all inside
Like she was caught in the crossfire
With nowhere to hide

And I know my bills they'll keep on rising up
But all that stuff never did bother me much
I'll keep burning the candle on both sides of the night
Feeling proud of myself because tonight's only wine, they say

Here he comes the preacher's son again
Singing "fuck you all, I'm gonna do it my way "
I'm tilted like a wreck, I'm talking tough
And it's not always the way that it seems
Papa's gonna be there, no matter where he lives
I'm feeling like I'm more than likely done...
But I'ma play it like it's only
Play it like it's only
Play it like it's only...

It's just begun