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Randy Travis

Every Head Bowed

 

Every Head Bowed

(álbum: Around The Bend - 2008)


Sunday morning was a fight
I was runnun' from a clip-on tie
It took Daddy's belt to get me into my Sunday best
Lord's Supper would go on past
Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
I was starving to death 'cause I didn't know Jesus yet
But I was saved by a month-old Twinkle in my corduroy coat
When every head bowed, every eye closed

Amazing Grace don't make a sound
Or Momma's gonna wear that backside out while shouting hallelujah
If you raised your hand or came on down
To repent of your sins there'd be little kid staring a hole right through ya
But I wasn't no angel so I wasn't gonna throw no stones
When every head bowed, every eye closed

Pass the plate and altar call
Every verse of "I Surrender All"
Squirming in my seat tummy growling like a grizzly bear
We'd hit the door when the service closed
Hopped in the car, burned up on the road
Straight to KFC 'cause we're gonna beat the Catholics there
While they're still confessing we were blessing our mashed potatoes
With every head bowed, every eye closed

While Daddy says grace put that fork back down
Or Momma's gonna wear that backside out while shouting hallelujah
I could have sworn I lost 15 pounds
Lust for finger-licking greasy fried children burns a hole right through ya
While Daddy's still praying everybody's dinner's done got cold
With every head bowed, every eye closed

Well God never struck me down
Guess he thought it was a pretty good show
With every head bowed, every eye closed
Every head bowed, every eye closed

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