A Chance In Hell — текст песни (James Bonamy)

(R. Springer/T. Martin)

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 morning 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

While everybody else gave up
Momma wore him down with love
Daddy never had a chance in hell