We were raised

To raise hell

Good people rested

While I ran

The rodeo trail

We all ran

With the

Windows down

Oh Father

Ain’t we macho men

Chorus:

We  sons-a- preacher’s ain’t all/ A bunch of Sister Christian’s/Or sissified itches with lip lockin’ rituals/We had hard core men for role models/We explored the bars, guitar strings, and beer bottles/We kissed the girls we loved the world/The Church picked us up and our morals were searched

Oh father

Don’t know now

If I know

What I need

For the runnin’

The double barrel

I’m bleedin’

Is the Kingdom of God

Far outta reach

For a lost sheep

Chorus:

We  sons-a- preacher’s ain’t all/ A bunch of Sister Christian’s/Or sissified itches with lip lockin’ rituals/We had hard core men for role models/We explored the bars, guitar strings, and beer bottles/We kissed the girls we loved the world/The Church picked us up and our morals were searched

Oh Father

You spoke of

Nothin’ easy

To let go

To trust

A difficult process

But more than all

Father You

Made the call

Your Will be done

In the land of plenty

Chorus:

We  sons-a- preacher’s ain’t all/ A bunch of Sister Christian’s/Or sissified itches with lip lockin’ rituals/We had hard core men for role models/We explored the bars, guitar strings, and beer bottles/We kissed the girls we loved the world/The Church picked us up and our morals were searched

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Comment by Todd Earl Van Dorn on June 28, 2017 at 4:24pm

A Little christian Cowboy poetry for you christian cowboy/cowgirls out yonder

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