Lyrics

How It's Told

He came from Texas
With his hair slicked back
He liked Italian suits
Drove a Cadillac
She came from Georgia
A sweet southern peach
She had great long legs
She sang he preached

CHORUS: Every Sunday was a show
Revival Rock and Roll
The people bought what was sold
'cause it's not the story
It?s how it's told

They got the money to do Gods will
But God got nothing and they got their fill
She made a vow if the Feds got tough
She?d take the money, leave him with all the stuff

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Bridge: He got a post card from Paris
Said "Baby don't be mad, tomorrow I'm
Flying to the Riviera, the ten years you got
Don?t seem so bad"

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