kill a prayer

Cole Swindell

I hit the road, she hit her knees
I was worried bout a dream, she was worried bout me
I had a bone dry bottle
She had a worn out bible
I was in a band, she was in the choir
She saw the light, and I saw the fire
She was more tent revival
and I was more chasing my jukebox idols

By now I oughta be six feet
Between the wide ass open and the whiskey
Every road, every bridge I ve burned down
No thanks to me it turns out
You can t out run a mama s amen
Even when you re out here runnin with the devil, I swear
Yeah, I m livin proof that you can t kill a prayer
Can t kill a prayer

Yeah, I was hard headed, stubborn as can be
Thank God she was more stubborn than me
Bowin her head every night with me on her mind
Had to have Heaven workin overtime, cause

By now I oughta be six feet
Between the wide ass open and the whiskey
Every road, every bridge I ve burned down
No thanks to me it turns out
You can t out run a mama s amen
Even when you re out here runnin with the devil, I swear
Yeah, I m livin proof that you can t kill a prayer
You can t kill a prayer

Yeah, she s late night back porch light on red word readin
Faith keepin , talking to Jesus
Reason I m even breathin

By now I oughta be six feet
Backwoods front page, small town history
Every road, every bridge I ve burned down
No thanks to me it turns out
You can t out run a mama s amen
Even when you re out here runnin with the devil, I swear
Yeah, I m livin proof that you can t kill a prayer
You can t kill a prayer
You can t kill a prayer