| I hit the road, she hit her knees |
| I was worried 'bout a dream, she was worried 'bout me |
| I had a bone dry bottle |
| She had a worn out bible |
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| I was in a band, she was in the choir |
| She saw the light, and I saw the fire |
| She was more tent revival, and I was more chasing my jukebox idols |
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| By now I oughta be six feet |
| Between the wide ass open and the whiskey |
| Every road, every bridge I've burned out |
| No thanks to me it turns out |
| You can't out run a mama's amen |
| Even when you're out here running with the devil I swear |
| Yeah I'm living proof that you can't kill a prayer |
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| (Can't kill a prayer) |
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| Yeah I was hard headed stubborn as can be |
| Thank God she was more stubborn than me |
| Bowing her head every night |
| With me on her mind |
| Had to have heaven workin overtime cause |
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| By now I oughta be six feet |
| Between the wide ass open and the whiskey |
| Every road, every bridge I've burned out |
| No thanks to me it turns out |
| You can't out run a mama's amen |
| Even when you're out here running with the devil I swear |
| Yeah I'm living proof that you can't kill a prayer |
| You can't kill a prayer |
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| Yeah she's late night back porch light on red word reading |
| Faith keeping |
| Talking to Jesus |
| Reason I'm even breathing |
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| By now I oughta be six feet |
| Backwoods front page, small town history |
| Every road, every bridge I've burned out |
| No thanks to me it turns out |
| You can't out run a mama's amen |
| Even when you're out here running with the devil I swear |
| Yeah I'm living proof that you can't kill a prayer |
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| You can't kill a prayer |
| You can't kill a prayer |
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