Upchurch - Bells lyrics

Woah oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh

We didn't sing Kumbaya
We sang with straight pipes off a 305
We never cussed around our momma's
But we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells

Nanny made apple pie in the kitchen
Pawpaw cut the combs off chickens
And daddy burned up this old town
In a ragged GT with three different wheels
Momma read tarot cards under that moon
Spoke to God with some
Candles in the bathroom
My brothers and me was some rednecks
Comin' up on a one lane

We didn't sing Kumbaya
We sang with straight pipes off a 305
We never cussed around our momma's
But we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells

We didn't play with Tonka toys
We shot bb guns at the neighbor next door
Any kid who moved in new
Got a taste of that old swampy creek juice
Walked bare feet 'til our feet turned
Black as the slate on a swimmin' hole floor
And any car that drove by the midnight street
Never seen my six-inch blade

We didn't sing Kumbaya
We sang with straight pipes off a 305
We never cussed around our momma's
But we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells

So dear momma, daddy, nanny
And Chicken Willie above
I hope you're happy of the
Thick-skinned man that I've become
That I've become (That I've become)
That I've become (That I've become)
That I've become

We didn't sing Kumbaya
We sang with straight pipes off a 305
We never cussed around our momma's
But we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells