Practice What I Preach

(albüm: Practice What I Preach - 2019)

He'll drink a beer at noon
He's never ate from a silver spoon
My uncle Don will take a toke or two
Just to pass the time
And make a back porch altar call
Break out that mason jar
Throw me his old guitar
We'll go to church a while

Then he'd say gather round my congregation...

Yeah this world has gone crazy
But no that ain't changing me
I got my Bible, guns and whiskey
What the hell else do you need
No I ain't talking just to hear myself speak
I practice what I preach

What if everybody mind their business
Stop peeking over people's fences
Worried about what's offensive
And just mind their own
I like sleeping knowing
I can leave my front door open
'Cause yeah that shotgun's loaded
Just try and make sure

Yeah this world has gone crazy
But no that ain't changing me
I got my Bible, guns and whiskey
What the hell else do you need
No I ain't talking just to hear myself speak
I practice what I preach

Yeah this world has gone crazy
But no that ain't changing a thing, I know
I got my Bible, guns and whiskey
What the hell else do you need
No I ain't talking just to hear myself speak
I practice what I preach

Lord I practice what I preach, yeah