Bells Songtext
von Upchurch

Woah-ooh-ooh
Woah-ooh-ooh-oh
Woah-ooh

We didn′t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells

Nanny made apple pie in the kitchen
Paw Paw cut the combs off chickens
And daddy burned up this old town
In a ragged GT with three different wheels
Momma read tarot cards under that moon
Spoke to God with some candles in the bathroom
My brothers and me was some red necks coming up on a one lane

We didn′t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells


We didn't play with Tonka Toys
We shot BB guns at the neighbour next door
Any kid who moved in new
Got a taste of that old swampy green juice
Walked bare feet ′til our feet turned
Black as the slate on a swimming hole floor
And any car that drove by the midnight street
Never seen my six-inch blade

We didn′t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma's, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells

So dear momma, daddy, nanny, and Chicken Willie above
I hope you′re happy of the thick-skinned man that I've become
That I′ve become (that I've become)
That I′ve become (that I've become)
That I've become

We didn′t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off the 305
We never cursed around our momma′s, but we raised hell
Until the day of the church bells