PREACHER STONE SONG LYRICS
Uncle Buck's Vittles
HAND ON THE BIBLE
Lyrics Ronnie Riddle Music Marty Hill
You’re my flesh and blood the air that I breathe
All that’s good about me and the treasure that I’ll leave
I’ll always be with you every step of every road
Words don’t do me justice but I wanted you to know
Come hell or high water till the end of time
No power on earth will ever break the ties that bind
Should tomorrow find me far away or dead and gone
my hand on the Bible you’ll never be alone
They’ll be times when you’re feeling so down
The cold wind’s blowing and a friend can’t be found
but I’ll always be with you even when you stray
Bound together soul to soul and you can’t take that away
Come hell or high water till the end of time
No power on earth will ever break the ties that bind
Should tomorrow find me far away or dead and gone
my hand on the Bible you’ll never be alone
Every night when I laid you down to sleep
I’d pray the lord your soul to keep
and this promise from me
Come hell or high water till the end of time
No power on earth will ever break the ties that bind
Should tomorrow find me far away or dead and gone
my hand on the Bible you’ll never be alone
I'LL BE DAMNED
Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle, Music by Marty Hill
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
Damned if she will, damned if she won’t
Shakin’ like jelly got me in a jam
Well, I’ll be damned
Her daddy never liked me none
When I’d come around, he’d clean his gun
Talkin’ ‘bout the time he done
For killin’ that boy in ‘61
Thought her Maw was kinda sweet
Till she called the law on me
State man slapped them Handcuffs on
Hope she’ll miss me when I’m gone
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
Damned if she will, damned if she won’t
Shakin’ like jelly got me in a jam
Well, I’ll be damned
Never meant nobody harm
Still I’m on the county farm
Pickin’ beans and plowin’ fields
With all them boys that stole and killed
Thinkin’ bout her makes me wanna cry
Sweeter ‘n Big Al’s Apple pie
When the let me outta this cage
She’ll ‘bout be the marryin’ age
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
Damned if she will, damned if she won’t
Shakin’ like jelly got me in a jam
Well, I’ll be damned
Lyrics Ronnie Riddle Music Marty Hill
You’re my flesh and blood the air that I breathe
All that’s good about me and the treasure that I’ll leave
I’ll always be with you every step of every road
Words don’t do me justice but I wanted you to know
Come hell or high water till the end of time
No power on earth will ever break the ties that bind
Should tomorrow find me far away or dead and gone
my hand on the Bible you’ll never be alone
They’ll be times when you’re feeling so down
The cold wind’s blowing and a friend can’t be found
but I’ll always be with you even when you stray
Bound together soul to soul and you can’t take that away
Come hell or high water till the end of time
No power on earth will ever break the ties that bind
Should tomorrow find me far away or dead and gone
my hand on the Bible you’ll never be alone
Every night when I laid you down to sleep
I’d pray the lord your soul to keep
and this promise from me
Come hell or high water till the end of time
No power on earth will ever break the ties that bind
Should tomorrow find me far away or dead and gone
my hand on the Bible you’ll never be alone
I'LL BE DAMNED
Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle, Music by Marty Hill
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
Damned if she will, damned if she won’t
Shakin’ like jelly got me in a jam
Well, I’ll be damned
Her daddy never liked me none
When I’d come around, he’d clean his gun
Talkin’ ‘bout the time he done
For killin’ that boy in ‘61
Thought her Maw was kinda sweet
Till she called the law on me
State man slapped them Handcuffs on
Hope she’ll miss me when I’m gone
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
Damned if she will, damned if she won’t
Shakin’ like jelly got me in a jam
Well, I’ll be damned
Never meant nobody harm
Still I’m on the county farm
Pickin’ beans and plowin’ fields
With all them boys that stole and killed
Thinkin’ bout her makes me wanna cry
Sweeter ‘n Big Al’s Apple pie
When the let me outta this cage
She’ll ‘bout be the marryin’ age
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
Damned if she will, damned if she won’t
Shakin’ like jelly got me in a jam
Well, I’ll be damned
COME ON IN
Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle, Marty Hill
Music by Marty Hill
Reaching for the nightstand
my fingers reassure me
as they wrap around
my cold piece of steel
I got one eye on the window
one eye on the back door
wondering if that noise was real
Cross me and you’ll find
I ain’t the running kind
but if you’re feeling lucky friend
Come On In
Newsman on the TV
is starting to concern me
says there’s hoodlums
running wild in the street
Raising hell in the neighborhood
cause they think the pickin’s good
I ain’t scared I’m packing heat
Just Cross me and you’ll find
I ain’t the running kind
but if you’re feeling lucky friend
Come On In
All them politicians forming coalitions
so they can take away my guns
Hell they’re thinking like fools
cause bad guys break the rules
that’s why we call them criminals son
Give ‘em yours I’m keeping mine
I ain’t the running kind
Make your peace with the Lord my friend
Come on In
Can't Keep A Good Man Down
Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle, Music by Marty Hill
Walk the straight and narrow
live the golden rule
Always lendin a
helpin hand
Still I'm playin the fool
Forgive and forget
Turn the other
cheek
Lord my spirit is willin
But my flesh is still
weak
(Chorus)
Cause the world keeps on spinnin me round
And the
rain keeps on fallin down
The creek is risin and I'm bout to drown
But you
can't keep a good man down
I've seen some evil
Been told some
lies
Father forgive me
I'm feelin eye for an
eye
(Chorus)
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death
I will fear no evil... No!
Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle, Marty Hill
Music by Marty Hill
Reaching for the nightstand
my fingers reassure me
as they wrap around
my cold piece of steel
I got one eye on the window
one eye on the back door
wondering if that noise was real
Cross me and you’ll find
I ain’t the running kind
but if you’re feeling lucky friend
Come On In
Newsman on the TV
is starting to concern me
says there’s hoodlums
running wild in the street
Raising hell in the neighborhood
cause they think the pickin’s good
I ain’t scared I’m packing heat
Just Cross me and you’ll find
I ain’t the running kind
but if you’re feeling lucky friend
Come On In
All them politicians forming coalitions
so they can take away my guns
Hell they’re thinking like fools
cause bad guys break the rules
that’s why we call them criminals son
Give ‘em yours I’m keeping mine
I ain’t the running kind
Make your peace with the Lord my friend
Come on In
Can't Keep A Good Man Down
Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle, Music by Marty Hill
Walk the straight and narrow
live the golden rule
Always lendin a
helpin hand
Still I'm playin the fool
Forgive and forget
Turn the other
cheek
Lord my spirit is willin
But my flesh is still
weak
(Chorus)
Cause the world keeps on spinnin me round
And the
rain keeps on fallin down
The creek is risin and I'm bout to drown
But you
can't keep a good man down
I've seen some evil
Been told some
lies
Father forgive me
I'm feelin eye for an
eye
(Chorus)
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death
I will fear no evil... No!
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