Mom and dad took me to church

To learn the word

And speak it good

I'm sure I was a good enough little girl

Made them proud

Sing it loud

Oh mister judge I wasn't always this way

I just changed one day realized life's quite the little parade

For a little girl with a freckled face

I smiled wide guess I lost my pride

Guess I lost my pride

Oh I looked straight into the face of Jesus

I lifted up my hands and grabbed another man

Oh when I was a little a girl

I made a due

Fall in love again

Teach myself the blues teach myself the blues

That's when I found the bottle and started smoking cigarettes

And I started talking meaner and then I packed up my dress

Oh bless this mess oh bless this mess

So don't tell me about the good word

About the finer things in life

Don't tell me about your picket fence

Your do and loving wife

Please just give me a glass of red wine and a steel six string guitar

If you want to preach the good life then I'll meet you at the bar at the bar

So mom and dad

Took me to church to learn the word to speak it good

I'm sure I was a good enough little girl

Made them proud sing it loud

I will sing it now

I will sing it now