i remember daddy held the bible like a gun back when i was a pentacostal gospel preacher s son and i still can see the fire and brimstone in his eyes when he preached to people in a tent repent before you die pre chorus me i d sneak out back with some saint less southern girl and there i d teach her the ways of this world chorus i guess i was a way too wild to be the child of a preacher man one foot on a solid rock one on sinkin sand just like the prodigal son i guess i got way too lost livin somewhere in between the devil and the cross 2nd verse i was daddy s worst nightmare by the time i turned eighteen baptized in a whiskey river on the streets of new orleans where the demons drugs and rock and roll they seemed to clog my mind and women were a weakness for weeks at a time pre chorus i learned the hard way what you reap is what you sew so in silent desperation one night i headed home  bridge daddy did more than talk the talk he walked the walk in life he loved me and forgave me when i came home that night he said son don t ever be ashamed for god forgives the lost