Bible Belt (feat. Little Feat)

(Travis Tritt)

Well, he was the assistant preacher

And the Sunday school teacher

In the church that I grew up in

She was looker from Atlanta,

Led the choir, played piano

Had a body that was made for sin.

She didn't care that he was married,

'Cause the torch that she carried

Was hotter than the fires of hell

She had plans to seduce him,

If she could, she could loosen

A notch in the bible belt.

So, she called him up at home

When she knew he'd be alone

Said, 'Preacher I could use advice,

I got troubles with a man

That I know you'll understand

If you could help me it would sure be nice.

They met a few minutes after

In the office of the Pastor

And she started telling how she felt

What a chance they were takin'

When they first started breakin'

The laws of the bible belt.

There's a lot of good people

Who are led astray

That believe what the good Book said

Well, I'll tell ya somethin' brother

When you're dealin' with the Devil

It's tough to keep a level head.

And it's hard to imagine

How the flames of passion

Can burn you till your soul will melt

And it'll spread like a cancer

But you're gonna have to answer

To the Lord and the bible belt.

Someone said they went to Vegas,

Back home it didn't take us

Long to hear the news of what they did

Nobody could believe that he

Left his wife to grieve

Alone with two pre-school kids.

I don't know how they're doin'

But I know that they're screwin'

Up a good thing they once had

They better get their heads together

Or they're gonna slap leather

With the Lord and the bible belt.

Repeat Chorus

They better get their heads together

Or they're gonna slap leather

With the Lord and the bible belt...