Whiskey Drinkin' Papa

Papa sighed as he fluffed his pillow Where'd mama hide my bottle last night Just one more pull for heavens sakes That pot roast is smelling fine Mama says we gotta get to church Get to church on time That preacher man he's waiting at the door Sunday morning hunting heaven Where the rooster crows past seven The goats are out there hollerin Hollerin for a bite Sunday morning hunting heaven Where's the book for bible thumping mama And the bottle for whiskey drinkin papa Good morning preacher good morning belle Good morning preacher good morning bill Come on in I've gotta story to tell Just one more verse of how sweet though art The voice of angels touched bills heart I wanna repent of my drinkin ways Sunday morning hunting heaven Where the rooster crows past seven The goats are out there hollerin Hollerin for a bite Sunday morning hunting heaven Where's the book for bible thumping mama And the bottle for whiskey Drinkin papa Hallelujah you've been saved today Let's go down to the river to the river to pray Way down there by them water still At the end of the day mama knelt to pray Papa said to himself not a drop today Then that devil got ahold of him He was shaking and breaking lit a cigarette Started to fluff the pillow on his bed Where'd mama hide my bottle last night? Sunday morning hunting heaven Where the rooster crows past seven The goats are out there hollerin Hollerin for a bite Sunday morning hunting heaven Where's the book for bible thumping mama And the bottle for whiskey drinkin papa