Lyrics

Reverend Jimmy Weaver
Was a true believer
Drank ice tea at the bar
Gave praise to his redeemer
He sat with his guitar
Which I longed for from afar
His eyes found mine like some kind of Christian radar
That guitar made me bolder
A a big blonde with round shoulders
Jimmy said look away and pray that you grow older

JIMMY LOVED TO SING THE GOSPEL
HE LIVED TO PRAISE THE LORD
KEPT A PISTOL IN HIS POCKET
A BIBLE IN HIS BEAT UP FORD
JIMMY LOVED JESUS
BUT JIMMY LOVED TROUBLE EVEN MORE

Reverend Jimmy was a wheeler
He'd bail out a sex dealer
Then take him to church
To meet the precious heeler
He was a bondsman and a preacher
To his son he was a teacher
As for the girl he'd do anything to reach her
She had troubles she couldn't out run, doings that needed undone
She needed him now
Jimmy came and brought his gun

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Jimmy was broken hearted
To learn he was the target
Squeeze the trigger
Forgive but never forget
Squeezing that trigger is something he'll never forget

It's too late for mourning
He offers blessings to the warden
In his hands he hold his Bible
It's not the good book you and I know
'Cause Jimmy loved Jesus
But Jimmy loved trouble even more

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