Practice What I Preach Lyrics

He'll drink a beer at noon
He's never ate from a silver spoon
My uncle Don will take a toke or two
Just to pass the time
And make a back porch altar call
Break out that mason jar
Throw me his old guitar
We'll go to church a while
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Then he'd say gather round my congregation...

Yeah this world has gone crazy
But no that ain't changin' me
I got my Bible, guns and whiskey
What the hell else do you need
No I ain't talkin' just to hear myself speak
I practice what I preach

What if everybody mind their business
Stop peekin' over people's fences
Worried about what's offensive
And just mind their own
I like sleepin' knowin'
I can leave my front door open
'Cause yeah that shotgun's loaded
Just try and make sure

Yeah this world has gone crazy
But no that ain't changin' me
I got my Bible, guns and whiskey
What the hell else do you need
No I ain't talkin' just to hear myself speak
I practice what I preach

Yeah this world has gone crazy
But no that ain't changin' a thing, I know
I got my Bible, guns and whiskey
What the hell else do you need
No I ain't talkin' just to hear myself speak
I practice what I preach

Lord I practice what I preach, yeah