Dakota Ray Parker - Whiskey Drinkin' Papa Lyrics

Papa sighed as he fluffed his pillow
Where'd mama hide my bottle last night
Just one more pull for heavens sakes

That pot roast is smelling fine
Mama says we gotta get to church
Get to church on time
That preacher man he's waiting at the door

Sunday morning hunting heaven
Where the rooster crows past seven
The goats are out there hollerin
Hollerin for a bite
Sunday morning hunting heaven
Where's the book for bible thumping mama
And the bottle for whiskey drinkin papa

Good morning preacher good morning belle
Good morning preacher good morning bill
Come on in I've gotta story to tell

Just one more verse of how sweet though art
The voice of angels touched bills heart
I wanna repent of my drinkin ways

Sunday morning hunting heaven
Where the rooster crows past seven
The goats are out there hollerin
Hollerin for a bite
Sunday morning hunting heaven
Where's the book for bible thumping mama
And the bottle for whiskey Drinkin papa

Hallelujah you've been saved today
Let's go down to the river to the river to pray
Way down there by them water still

At the end of the day mama knelt to pray
Papa said to himself not a drop today
Then that devil got ahold of him

He was shaking and breaking lit a cigarette
Started to fluff the pillow on his bed
Where'd mama hide my bottle last night?

Sunday morning hunting heaven
Where the rooster crows past seven
The goats are out there hollerin
Hollerin for a bite
Sunday morning hunting heaven
Where's the book for bible thumping mama
And the bottle for whiskey drinkin papa