SINS OF THE FATHER

Mama cried on the FM

Mine cried on the pew

Daddy wore out his belt

And I still made the news

And he always said it hurt him more than me

And one night I heard daddy down on his knees

He said I've done my dirt

And I've been washed in the water

Lord, I go to church

And I'm still learning the gospel

But tonight Lord I pray for our sons and our daughters

Don't make 'em pay for the sins of the father

I pray they don't pay for the sins of the father

Well I wish I could say I raised all my hell young

Never thought I'd see thirty

Fast lanes, rough crowds and guns

But you sent me an angel

And then blessed me with more

And those little pink lines

Put my knees on the floor

He said I've done my dirt

And I've been washed in the water

Lord, I go to church

And I'm still learning the gospel

But tonight Lord I pray for our sons and our daughters

Don't make 'em pay for the sins of the father

I pray they don't pay for the sins of the father

Lord, I've done my dirt

But I've been washed in the water

I go to church

And I'm still learning the gospel

But tonight Lord I pray for our sons and our daughters

Don't make 'em pay for the sins of the father

I pray they don't pay for the sins of the father