(Travis Tritt)
Well, he was the assistant preacher
And the Sunday school teacher
In the church that I grew up in
She was a looker from Atlanta
Led the choir, played piano
Had a body that was made for sin
She didn't care he was married
Cause the torch that she carried
Was hotter then the fires of hell
She had plans to seduce him
If she could she would loosen
A notch in the Bible belt
So she called him up at home
When she knew he'd be alone
Said preacher I could use advice
I got troubles with a man
That I know you'll understand
If you could help me it would sure be nice
They met a few minutes after
In the office of the pastor
And she started telling how she felt
What a chance they were takin'
When they first started breakin'
The laws of the Bible belt
There's a lot of good people
Who are led astray
That believe what the good book said
Well, I'll tell ya something brother
When you're dealin' with the devil
It's tough to keep a level head
And it's hard to imagine
How the flames of passion
Can burn till your soul will melt
And it'll spread like a cancer
But you're gonna have to answer
To the Lord and the Bible belt
Yeah, yeah...
Yeah
Someone said they went to Vegas
Back home it didn't take us long
To hear the news of what they did
Nobody could believe
That he left his wife to grieve
Alone with two preschool kids
I don't know how there doin'
But I know that they're screwin' up
A good thing they once had
They better get their heads together
Or they're gonna slap leather
With the Lord and the Bible belt...
Oh...
There's a lot of good people
Who are led astray
That believe what the good book said
Well, I'll tell ya something brother
When you're dealin' with the devil
It's tough to keep a level head
And it's hard to imagine
How the flames of passion
Can burn till your soul will melt
And it'll spread like a cancer
But you're gonna have to answer
To the Lord and the Bible belt
They better get their heads together
Or they're gonna slap leather
With the Lord and the Bible belt...
Yeah, Lord
Yeah, yeah...
Amen, brother
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