My Saving Grace

(albüm: The Dollar - 2006)

Daddy's bourbon breath was strong as gasoline,
An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside.
He'd come home just burning,
Mad an' drunk an' mean an' raising hell on a Saturday night.
Momma'd lock us up in her bedroom,
He'd be lying in the hallway on our way to Sunday school.

They both, in their own way became my saving grace.
Daddy passed out with his demons:
Momma passed the offering plate.
An' she'd cry out to Heaven: 'Protect this son of mine'
While Daddy kept the devil off my back,
By taking up his time.

Momma said: "Nobody's perfect," as we walked into Church,
To ask the Good Lord to forgive him, again.
I still recall that sermon, I hung on every word.
That's when I learned just exactly what a Father really meant.
And the Angels and the people gathered round,
I was standing in that water when that Preacher laid me down.

They both, in their own way became my saving grace.
Daddy passed out with his demons:
Momma passed the offering plate.
An' she'd cry out to Heaven: "Protect this son of mine,"
While Daddy kept the devil off my back,
By taking up his time.

An' Daddy kept the devil off my back,
By taking up his time.