Backslider Blues
This is a song by Jason Boland. I love listening to this song no matter what mood I'm in. I think it sums up my life pretty good. I haven't lived the perfect life and am by far no Saint but I've got more road ahead of me to be the good guy. A man that my dad, my uncle and the rest of my family can be proud of. I've fucked up a lot in the past and hurt people I didn't mean to hurt. I've drank a lot more than I should've, said things I shoudn't have said. I'm doing my best to stay on the path I'm on now and pray I don't fall off again. As much fun as I've had in the past, it's a road of destruction. Temptation road may be paved in gold but the gravel road is better my friends.
No doubt the prayers of my mother
Have taken me a ways down the line,
And I'd swear the life of my sisters,
Well they're brighter than the sun when they shine.
And I have been baptized in water,
I have been baptized in fire
And I've knelt with both hands on the altar
And I've even sang in the choir.
There've been forks in the road when I've had to choose...
I pray He'll forgive me for singing the backslider blues.
Yeah the backslider blues ain't a hard song to sing.
You know right from wrong, you just don't do a thing.
Stand there alone, feeling battered and bruised,
Singing the backslider blues.
From the stained glass light of the chapel,
To the neon haze of the bars
From the wine of Holy Communion,
To the liquor that's left me the scars.
From the Bible that sets on my dresser,
To her clothes strung all across the floor.
From the prayers from my friends when they need me,
To the times that I've ran out the door.
I've been taken by surprise by some women in rouge
I pray He'll forgive me for singing the backslider blues.
I hope that we can all make it
To the place where true freedom rings
And I pray that they have us some guitars
So we can walk through the red buds and sing.
Never know when you're out on life's highway,
Gabriel might pull up to you.
Say child climb in and ride shotgun
And we'll see what this big rig can do
There'll be nothing more to say and nothing left to lose.
He'll have forgotten when we sang the backslider blues.
This is a song by Jason Boland. I love listening to this song no matter what mood I'm in. I think it sums up my life pretty good. I haven't lived the perfect life and am by far no Saint but I've got more road ahead of me to be the good guy. A man that my dad, my uncle and the rest of my family can be proud of. I've fucked up a lot in the past and hurt people I didn't mean to hurt. I've drank a lot more than I should've, said things I shoudn't have said. I'm doing my best to stay on the path I'm on now and pray I don't fall off again. As much fun as I've had in the past, it's a road of destruction. Temptation road may be paved in gold but the gravel road is better my friends.
No doubt the prayers of my mother
Have taken me a ways down the line,
And I'd swear the life of my sisters,
Well they're brighter than the sun when they shine.
And I have been baptized in water,
I have been baptized in fire
And I've knelt with both hands on the altar
And I've even sang in the choir.
There've been forks in the road when I've had to choose...
I pray He'll forgive me for singing the backslider blues.
Yeah the backslider blues ain't a hard song to sing.
You know right from wrong, you just don't do a thing.
Stand there alone, feeling battered and bruised,
Singing the backslider blues.
From the stained glass light of the chapel,
To the neon haze of the bars
From the wine of Holy Communion,
To the liquor that's left me the scars.
From the Bible that sets on my dresser,
To her clothes strung all across the floor.
From the prayers from my friends when they need me,
To the times that I've ran out the door.
I've been taken by surprise by some women in rouge
I pray He'll forgive me for singing the backslider blues.
I hope that we can all make it
To the place where true freedom rings
And I pray that they have us some guitars
So we can walk through the red buds and sing.
Never know when you're out on life's highway,
Gabriel might pull up to you.
Say child climb in and ride shotgun
And we'll see what this big rig can do
There'll be nothing more to say and nothing left to lose.
He'll have forgotten when we sang the backslider blues.