Raised to Pray

Smoking Swishers like we just don't care

Holding 99 cent lighters way up in the air

Drowning fears with the King of Beers

'Til we wasn't scared to talk to the girl on the rusted out fender

I remember stealing pallets just to build us a fire

Out in a field full of whiskey, weeds, and wine

Running on empty but I never got tired

Of keeping Mama up all night and making Daddy want to kick my ass

We were going nowhere fast

Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back

From the outside, looking in we might have been a little rough around the edges

But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day

We were raised to pray

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Sure owe a lot to that old King James

Under the seat with my last name

On the cover of it should have opened it more

Instead of letting it slide around on the truck floor

We were going nowhere fast

Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back

From the outside, looking in we might have been a little rough around the edges

But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day

We were raised to pray, yeah

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We were washed in the blood

Covered in mud

Holding onto anything that felt like love

Come hell or high water, we wouldn't let it go

We were going nowhere fast

Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back

From the outside looking in we might have been a little rough around the edges

But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day

We were raised to pray, yeah

Raised to pray

At the end of the day

We were raised to pray