Count Bloodcount - Preachers Wild Son Lyrics

Daddy's a preacher keeps the Good Book tight
But I'm out on the town every Saturday night
With a bottle of bourbon and a loaded .45
Burnin up the road just feelin' alive

Got a 57 Chevy red and mean,
Roarin down the highway like you've never seen
Mailboxes tremble when I come around
Shooting em down just for the sound

Oh son of a preacher but I drink strong whiskey
Livin my life a little fast and risky
Chasin the mayor's daughter, raisin' some hell
Dodgin reform school breakin every spell

They said I was trouble a hell-bound ride
But I kept on runnin with nowhere to hide
Then Uncle Sam came callin with orders in hand
Drafted me up to serve the land

The army shaved my head set me straight
Taught me discipline and a new clean slate
But I still keep that Chevy parked back home
A reminder of my wild young roam.

Oh son of a preacher but I drank strong whiskey
Livin' my life a little fast and risky
From a rebel heart to a soldier's pride
I straightened out but kept that spark inside

Now I'm a man with a brand new start
But deep in my chest beats a rebel's heart
Once a preacher's wild son now straight and true
But I'll always remember the wild I knew