A Chance In Hell

(R. Springer&T. Martin) Daddy was a drinkin' man He never took to preachinSaid he found heaven in a drink Well momma was a bible totin', God fearin' Christian Would tell the devil to his fate Exactly what she thinks As far as daddy knew Momma couldn't drive So every Sunday morning he'd give us a ride Well he'd wait out in the car Drinkin' Jim Beam from a sack But as the summer days grew hotter He found a pew in the back Daddy never had a chance in hell Somethin' that my momma knew so well While everybody else gave up Momma wore him down with love Daddy never had a chance in hell Well, Summer came and went But he stayed in the back row Blamin' it on the cold north wind outside Well I guess that explained The flannel shirt and jack But he had no explanation When momma asked about his tie