God and Money

Saint Louis girl from Southern Illinois
Went and got it bad for a sad Ohio boy
And her mother taught her Jesus like a good southern belle
And now she’s torn between happiness and a slow facetious hell
And her daddy keeps her wrapped up tight making sure the bills are paid
Constantly reminding her of souls and pennies saved
Pontificating ignorance, the song that he sings
But it’s this good song, baby, that paid for that ring
And now I know your daddy hates me baby
That ain’t nothin' new
He can keep his money and his god
I’m stayin' here with you, Hey!
Now the second that I leave he’s got your mother in your ear
Preachin' to you about family and your twenty seven years
You ain’t gettin' any younger, and what kind of man am I
To be trading you for ball rooms with those tears still in your eyes
But your mother and your father they don’t sleep in the same bed
I think his bible and his money have gone straight to his head
And your mother cries herself to sleep in a bedroom all alone
Locked up tight inside her million dollar loveless home
And I know your daddy hates me baby
That ain’t nothin' new
He can keep his money and his god
I’m stayin' here with you
And I know your daddy hates me baby
That ain’t nothin' new
Well he can keep his money and his god
I’m stayin' here with you
He can keep his god and money
'Cause I’m stayin' here with you
Saint Louis girl from Southern Illinois
Went and got it bad for a sad Ohio boy