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 glass 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