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One Wing In The Fire
Daddy's been a back-row Baptist,
With his share of front-row sin.
His Saturday night still on his breathe,
Every Sunday when he'd walk in.
He's never led the Benediction,
He's never sang in the choir.
But he's an angel with no halo,
An' one wing in the fire.
Mamma lives by the Bible,
The Bible lives by the bed.
An' she's lied alone so many nights,
With scriptures in her head.
Prayin': "Good Lord, just be with him,
"I know his Faith is tired,
"But he's an angel with no halo,
"An' one wing in the fire."
"An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right,
"An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times.
"But I'd trade a thousand prayers if just one prayer would come true:
"Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you."
Dady's always been there for me,
From T-Ball to touchdowns.
Fixed my car an' fixed my heart,
When they've been broken down.
I know he calls for more forgiveness,
Than most folks do require,
But he's an angel with no halo,
An' one wing in the fire.
An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right,
An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times.
But I'd trade a thousand prayers if just one prayer would come true:
Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you.
Well, I just can't imagine,
What Heaven might be like.
If me an' Mamma make it,
Wiithout Daddy by our side.
Lord, could you please remember,
When it's time to call us higher:
That he's an angel with no halo,
An' one wing in the fire.
Ooooh.
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Ooooh.
An' one wing in the fire.
That he's an angel with no halo,
When it's time to call us higher:
Lord, could you please remember,
Wiithout Daddy by our side.
If me an' Mamma make it,
What Heaven might be like.
Well, I just can't imagine,
Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you.
But I'd trade a thousand prayers if just one prayer would come true:
An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times.
An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right,
An' one wing in the fire.
But he's an angel with no halo,
Than most folks do require,
I know he calls for more forgiveness,
When they've been broken down.
Fixed my car an' fixed my heart,
From T-Ball to touchdowns.
Dady's always been there for me,
"Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you."
"But I'd trade a thousand prayers if just one prayer would come true:
"An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times.
"An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right,
"An' one wing in the fire."
"But he's an angel with no halo,
"I know his Faith is tired,
Prayin': "Good Lord, just be with him,
With scriptures in her head.
An' she's lied alone so many nights,
The Bible lives by the bed.
Mamma lives by the Bible,
An' one wing in the fire.
But he's an angel with no halo,
He's never sang in the choir.
He's never led the Benediction,
Every Sunday when he'd walk in.
His Saturday night still on his breathe,
With his share of front-row sin.
Daddy's been a back-row Baptist,
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