I got a buddy who is professional, would be happy to donate his song. Sounds great with a delta blues slide guitar.
Father John's Stomp
Woke up Sunday mornin' with whiskey in my throat
grabbed my daddy's bible, and put on my coat
And I wend out preachin', talkin' stuff that I don't know.
I can quote you all the verses, in between the curses I throw.
Go out to tell the sinners that they got to believe
They headed for damnation if they try to decieve;
but it was just last night I was takin' all their money away...
when I got up to leave there was an ace up my sleeve to stay.
Alone in the evenin's through the alley I roam
past the places where the people lay snug in their homes
and I truly do pray Daisy May to be somewhere in sight.
She won't see me starin' at what she aint wearin' tonight.
You folks is just too lazy to make up your own song,
I tell you not to sin and then I sin all night long;
then you make your donations for my abominations to grow.
I live on your need to reap the wicked seed tht I sow.
I hide behind religion as a way to survive.
Moses and moonshine gonna keep me alive
and you know who I am as I cast a shadow on this land.
I'm a bible thumpin' man, with a whiskey bottle in my hand.
Yes, I'm a bible thumpin' man, with a whiskey bottle in my hand.
I'm a bible thumpin' man, with a whiskey bottle in my hand.
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