Bottles and biblesLitter the floorAn all night revivalPassed out around 4Now the preacher's been drinkin'But it's hard not to doSince she ran out the screen doorAnd swore they were throughOh Lord, if you care, send a spirit down hereCause the preacher's been drinkin' againBut it's a hard way to go, on the straight and narrowWhen everybody in town points a finger at youBut they ain't had to walk with the weight that you've hauledThey don't know you at all, but they think that they doHe didn't believe herHe just knew she'd come homeBut the nights kept a' crawlin'As he laid there aloneAnd he'd call up to heavenAnd he'd hope and he'd prayBut the line's always busySince he went astrayOh Lord, if you care, won't you answer his prayersCause the preacher's been drinkin' againBut it's a hard way to go, on the straight and narrowWhen everybody in town points a finger at youBut they ain't had to walk with the weight that you've hauledThey don't know you at all, but they think that they doNow the bottles and biblesBroke out in a fightThe whiskey fought hard, sonAnd took the victory that nightThey found him a' layin'Face down by the stairsDressed up for a sermonNobody would hearOh Lord, if you care, send your angels down hereCause the preacher's been drinkin' againBut it's a hard way to go, on the straight and narrowWhen everybody in town points a finger at youBut they ain't had to walk with the weight that you've hauledThey don't know you at all, but they think that they do
