My ol´ man was a contradiction
A real hard man to figure
He would read the King James Bible
While sippin´ on corn liquor
He would get drunk, & he would get to preachin´
Right out on the porch
Alternatin´ between cussin´ & a prayin´
Spittin´ & a praisin´ the Lord
No doubt about it
He was a man of both extremes
He had his share of demons
But on Jesus he´d lean
CHORUS:
HE´D SAY, "FLY HIGH LIKE THE ANGELS
RUN WILD LIKE THE DEVIL
WE´RE ALL TRYIN´ TO FIND THE MIDDLE
BETWEEN SAINT AND SINNER, WRONG AND RIGHT
SUNDAY MORNING AND SATURDAY NIGHT."
Well, I´ve sung "Amazing Grace," hymnal in my hand
Played "Stairway To Heaven" in a three piece pick up band
I know the straight & narrow is the path that I should take
But out here in the fast lane, you tend to get a little sideways
I still hear him preachin´
Slurrin´ his words a bit
Sayin´ the thing about temptation
Is it is so hard to resist
REPEAT CHORUS
Back then I did not realize
The wisdom in the sermon
It took a while to understand
The lesson I am still learnin´
REPEAT CHORUS
Sain´t & sinner, wrong & right
Sunday morning & Saturday night
He said, "Fly high like the angels."
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