Church Girls
Church girls get married by twenty-one,
with a white dress wedding,
in the town that they're from.
Two bit boys, that had too many chances,
are good for crossing fingers,
and throwing sideways glances.
And your mama bites back,
when you say my name,
and I hold my breath against you,
just the same, just the same.
Cause I've been throwing my punches,
trying to pull a good fight,
my head versus heart,
under interstate lights.
It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight.
I'm high strung and bent,
stop to start again,
losing myself to dirty cheap sins,
but I know what you want in the end.
The picket fence,
the two good kids,
God on your side,
with a sweet husband.
That little house just around the bend,
and a diamond ring, to remind me when.
Church girls get married by twenty-one,
two weeks late at the end of daddy's gun.
Better homes and garden magazines,
crack her heart, before the first anniversary.
I write back when you say his name,
and I hold the pen against you,
just the same, just the same.
Cause I've been throwing my punches,
trying to pull a good fight,
my head versus heart,
under interstate lights.
It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight.
I'm high strung and bent,
stop to start again,
losing myself to dirty cheap sins,
but I know what you want in the end.
The picket fence,
the two good kids,
God on your side,
with a sweet husband.
That little house just around the bend,
and a diamond ring, to remind me when.
Church girls get married by twenty-one,
vow to love forever,
but only just for fun.
Black and blue,
borrowed like new,
I'll break your heart baby,
just to leave you bruised,
you know, cause I love you...
Cause I've been throwing my punches,
trying to pull a good fight,
my head versus heart,
under interstate lights.
It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight.
I'm high strung and bent,
stop to start again,
losing myself to dirty cheap sins,
but I know what you want in the end.
The picket fence,
the two good kids,
God on your side,
with a sweet husband.
That little house just around the bend,
and a diamond ring, to remind me when.
with a white dress wedding,
in the town that they're from.
Two bit boys, that had too many chances,
are good for crossing fingers,
and throwing sideways glances.
And your mama bites back,
when you say my name,
and I hold my breath against you,
just the same, just the same.
Cause I've been throwing my punches,
trying to pull a good fight,
my head versus heart,
under interstate lights.
It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight.
I'm high strung and bent,
stop to start again,
losing myself to dirty cheap sins,
but I know what you want in the end.
The picket fence,
the two good kids,
God on your side,
with a sweet husband.
That little house just around the bend,
and a diamond ring, to remind me when.
Church girls get married by twenty-one,
two weeks late at the end of daddy's gun.
Better homes and garden magazines,
crack her heart, before the first anniversary.
I write back when you say his name,
and I hold the pen against you,
just the same, just the same.
Cause I've been throwing my punches,
trying to pull a good fight,
my head versus heart,
under interstate lights.
It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight.
I'm high strung and bent,
stop to start again,
losing myself to dirty cheap sins,
but I know what you want in the end.
The picket fence,
the two good kids,
God on your side,
with a sweet husband.
That little house just around the bend,
and a diamond ring, to remind me when.
Church girls get married by twenty-one,
vow to love forever,
but only just for fun.
Black and blue,
borrowed like new,
I'll break your heart baby,
just to leave you bruised,
you know, cause I love you...
Cause I've been throwing my punches,
trying to pull a good fight,
my head versus heart,
under interstate lights.
It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight.
I'm high strung and bent,
stop to start again,
losing myself to dirty cheap sins,
but I know what you want in the end.
The picket fence,
the two good kids,
God on your side,
with a sweet husband.
That little house just around the bend,
and a diamond ring, to remind me when.
Credits
Writer(s): Houston Stafford Keen
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