Bells

Woah-ooh-ooh
 Woah-ooh-ooh-oh
 Woah-ooh
 We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
 We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
 Until the day of the church bells
 Nanny made apple pie in the kitchen
 Paw Paw cut the combs off chickens
 And daddy burned up this old town
 In a ragged GT with three different wheels
 Momma read tarot cards under that moon
 Spoke to God with some candles in the bathroom
 My brothers and me was some red necks coming up on a one lane
 We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
 We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
 Until the day of the church bells
 We didn't play with Tonka Toys
 We shot BB guns at the neighbour next door
 Any kid who moved in new
 Got a taste of that old swampy green juice
 Walked bare feet 'til our feet turned
 Black as the slate on a swimming hole floor
 And any car that drove by the midnight street
 Never seen my six-inch blade
 We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
 We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
 Until the day of the church bells
 So dear momma, daddy, nanny, and Chicken Willie above
 I hope you're happy of the thick-skinned man that I've become
 That I've become (that I've become)
 That I've become (that I've become)
 That I've become
 We didn't sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
 We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
 Until the day of the church bells