Bible and a Gun -

Granddaddy was a preacher

Straight and hard as iron

Heart pumped Holy Spirit

The way his stills pumped shine

The good book and a sawed-off

Let the revenuers come

The only law he’d answer to

A bible and a gun

Sunday mornin' service

Granddaddy’s eyes would roam

Anyone who’d crossed us

He’d cast judgement on their soul

The Holy Ghost and fire

The blessed gift of tongues

There’s no evil can’t be faced off with

A bible and a gun

My daddy went to Vitnam

He lied about his age

Mt some boys in Laos

Who worked for the CIA

He ran their black tar heroin

To the Las Vegas Strip

Funneled money to the Outfit

Said let’s give the beard a clip

He died in a whorehouse

On the outskirts of Da Nang

A vein shot full of strychnine

And his dick still in his hand

Sent his estate home in a box

With the next Vegas run

A deck of nudie playin' cards

A bible and a gun

My brother joined the Army

To travel overseas

I wish that I could join him

But I got a bum left knee

He fought reds in Nicaragua

And in Afghanistan

Now he’s runnin' opium

For the Taliban

And I stayed in these old pine woods

To mind the family store

I mostly deal in crystal meth

'Cause shine don’t sell no more

Do the Sunday service

From my daddy’s old black book

Loaded TEC-9 in the pulpit

Just in case the cops show up

Now you can try to judge me

You can tell me that I’m wrong

My family raised me right

That Holy Spirit keeps me strong

This is the land of freedom

And I’m my father’s son

And I’ll take what I got comin'

With a bible and a gun