Song parody of
First Church Creek
by Luke Ford
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Well there's a southern baptist preacher
He's locked in on me
I don't know if I can take it
'Cause I was out until three
My hands are a-shaking
And all the lights are so bright
Is that the spirit I'm feeling
Or just the sins of last night
Fire and brimstone
And a lonely grey headstone
That's all that's waiting
For a sinner like me
This loads grown so heavy
I know it all could be buried
By a dip in the water of the old first church creek
Over sunday supper
My momma called me out
Said all the running and late nights
Ain't what life is about
You better find a good woman
To keep your feet planted firm
But boy I fear you're already
Past the point of return
Fire and brimstone
And a lonely grey headstone
That's all that's waiting
For a sinner like me
This load's grown so heavy
I know it all could be buried
By a dip in the waters of the old first church creek
Here at my bedside
I'm down on my knees
My thoughts are not muddy
My blood's running clean
I remember that sermon
He preached just for me
He said if you'll only ask him
Son he'll set you free
Fire and brimstone
And a lonely grey headstone
That's all that's waiting
For a sinner like me
This load's grown so heavy
I know it all could be buried
By a dip in the waters of the old first church creek
By a dip in the waters of the old first church creek
Well there's a southern baptist preacher
He's locked in on me
I don't know if I can take it
'Cause I was out until three
My hands are a-shaking
And all the lights are so bright
Is that the spirit I'm feeling
Or just the sins of last night
Fire and brimstone
And a lonely grey headstone
That's all that's waiting
For a sinner like me
This loads grown so heavy
I know it all could be buried
By a dip in the water of the old first church creek
Over sunday supper
My momma called me out
Said all the running and late nights
Ain't what life is about
You better find a good woman
To keep your feet planted firm
But boy I fear you're already
Past the point of return
Fire and brimstone
And a lonely grey headstone
That's all that's waiting
For a sinner like me
This load's grown so heavy
I know it all could be buried
By a dip in the waters of the old first church creek
Here at my bedside
I'm down on my knees
My thoughts are not muddy
My blood's running clean
I remember that sermon
He preached just for me
He said if you'll only ask him
Son he'll set you free
Fire and brimstone
And a lonely grey headstone
That's all that's waiting
For a sinner like me
This load's grown so heavy
I know it all could be buried
By a dip in the waters of the old first church creek
By a dip in the waters of the old first church creek
