Brantley Gilbert - SINS OF THE FATHER Lyrics

Mama tried on the FM, mine cried on a pew
Daddy wore out his belt and I still made the news
He always said it hurt him more than me
And one night I heard daddy down on his knees

He said I've done my dirt and I've been washed in the water
Lord, I go to church and I'm still learning the gospel
But tonight, Lord I pray for our sons and our daughters
Don't make them pay for the sins of the father
I pray they don't pay for the sins of the father

Well, I wish I could say I raised all my hell young
Never thought I'd see 30, fast lanes, rough crowds and guns
You sent me an angel and then blessed me with more
And those little pink lines put my knees on the floor

Said I've done my dirt and I've been washed in the water
Lord, I go to church and I'm still learning the gospel
But tonight, Lord I pray for our sons and our daughters
Don't make them pay for the sins of the father
I pray they don't pay for the sins of the father

Lord, I've done my dirt and I've been washed in the water
I go to church and I'm still learning the gospel
But tonight, Lord I pray for our sons and our daughters
Don't make them pay for the sins of the father
I pray they don't pay for the sins of the father