Bless This Mess

Mom and Dad took me to church, to learn the Word, and speak it good I'm sure I was a good enough little girl made them proud sing it loud oh mister judge I wasn't always this way I just changed one day, realized life's quite the little parade for a little girl with a freckled face I smiled wide, guess i lost my pride, guess I lost my pride oh I looked straight into the face of jesus I lifted up my hands and grabbed another man oh when i was a little a girl i made a due, fall in love again, teach myself the blues, teach myself the blues that's when i found the bottle and started smoking cigarettes and I started talking meaner and then I packed up my dress oh bless this mess, oh bless this mess so don't tell me about the good Word don't tell me about the finer things in life don't tell me about your picket fence, your dodd and loving wife please just give me a gla*s of red wine and a steel six string guitar, if you want to preach the good life then I'll meet you at the bar so Mom and Dad took me to church to learn the Word to speak it good I'm sure I was a good enough little girl made them proud, sing it loud I will sing it now I will sing it now