Holy Roller

Baby like a stuck zipper
A glorified holy roller
Ain't no time for talk'n
You ain't gonna get this one home
A woman like that she ain't alone
Her eyes are like a burning fire
She got legs for days
There's just something about her
Makes you fall to your knees and pray
Lord won't you take me away
But every time I move in closer
She looks at me and says

My daddy was a preacher
And my momma was a saint
I don't need your education
I got money in the bank
I don't need your southern talk'n
My boots are made for walk'n
Put your mouth back where your money is
Before you leave here crawl'n sucker

Trouble like her will find you
If you're look'n that way
Gotta switchblade in her pocket
Makes you wonder how she got that way
She ain't gonna say
Still every time I move in closer
She looks at me and says

My daddy was a preacher
And my momma was a saint
I don't need your education
I got money in the bank
I don't need your southern talk'n
My boots are made for walk'n
Put your mouth back where your money is
Before you leave here crawl'n

Baby she's a holy roller
Baby she's a holy roller
My baby she's a holy roller
Baby she's a holy roller

My daddy was a preacher
And my momma was a saint
I don't need your education
I got money in the bank
I don't need your southern talk'n
My boots are made for walk'n
Put your mouth back where your money is
Before you leave here crawl'n
My daddy was a preacher
And my momma was a saint
I don't need your education
I got money in the bank
I don't need your southern talk'n
My boots are made for walk'n
Put your mouth back where your money is
Before you leave here crawl'n sucker



Credits
Writer(s): Harlan Ives, Tim Nugent
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