Daddy was a drinkin' man, he never took to preachin' Said he found heaven in a drink Well momma was a Bible totin', God fearin' Christian Would tell the devil to his fate exactly what she thinks
As far as daddy knew momma couldn't drive So every Sunday mornin' he'd give us a ride Well, he'd wait out in the car, drinkin' Jim Beam from a sack But as the summer days grew hotter he found a pew in the back
Daddy never had a chance in hell Somethin' that my momma knew so well While everybody else gave up Momma wore him down with love Daddy never had a chance in hell
Well, Summer came and went but he stayed in the back row Blamin' it on the cold North wind outside Well I guess that explained the flannel shirt and jack But he had no explanation when momma asked about his tie
He'd move up a little closer with every passing year He said it was because he simply couldn't hear I never thought that Dad would ever draw a sober breath Much less lead us all in prayer when we laid mom to rest
Daddy never had a chance in hell Somethin' that my momma knew so well While everybody else gave up Momma wore him down with love Daddy never had a chance in hell
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