Preacher's Son

Daddy taught me the Word, but he may have taught me too well
Because everything I know about me says I'm going to hell
But it's not like I don't have a conscience and I'm as sweet as a Georgia peach
As we all know there's some men you just can't reach

And it's usually the preachers son
Lord knows we're the worst of them all
We're the first ones to let you down and the first ones to fall, well hey ya'll
Just so you know I'm a preachers son
I'm no saint and I'm not trying to be
Because God only knows how much of the devil's in me, but we'll see

I'm a kind-hearted soul who opens up doors for old ladies, I do
And I'm constantly complementing the ugliest babies, well how cute
There's not a mean bone in my body and heaven knows I wouldn't hurt a fly
Come have a drink or three with me, you'll see that I'm one hell of a guy

But I, I, I'm still a preachers son
And we raise hell better than most
We're the first ones to fill up your glass and to raise a toast
Come have a round with the preachers son
Well, let's live it up until the morning light
And we can ask for forgiveness tomorrow if we live through tonight, well that's right
Come on, get down with the preachers son
Well, I may not be glory-bound
But I'll be high as a kite until I'm six feet under ground
Lord, have mercy on this preachers son