Holy Smokes

Well, I was only scared of the devil and her dad

So we'd park somewhere we knew they'd never look

No, I never seen nothing like her

Playing with the flame on her momma's lighter

No, it wasn't very long 'fore I was hooked

Heaven was a preacher's spot in that First Church parking lot

Her hanging on to me like the cross on a rearview does

Her eyes were blue, the words were red

On that half pack of cigarettes

At seventeen, that's what hallelujah was

Life wasn't heavy in the back of that Chevy

Me, her, and the Holy Ghost

Something 'bout us, hell of a rush

Falling in love, lighting up them holy smokes

They'd run us off, but we'd come running back

And we'd pick up where we left off the night before

She said, "How pissed off would your momma be?

If we walked in there and you married me?

Even if we never made it through them old wood doors"

Heaven was a preacher's spot in that First Church parking lot

Her hanging on to me like the cross on a rearview does

Her eyes were blue, the words were red

On that half pack of cigarettes

At seventeen, that's what hallelujah was

Life wasn't heavy in the back of that Chevy

Me, her, and the Holy Ghost

Something 'bout us, hell of a rush

Falling in love, lighting up them holy smokes

Nothing 'bout those nights felt like sinning

And Jesus forgives, but I can't forget when

Heaven was a preacher's spot in that First Church parking lot

Her hanging on to me like the cross on a rearview does

Her eyes were blue, the words were red

On that half pack of cigarettes

At seventeen, that's what hallelujah was

Life wasn't heavy in the back of that Chevy

Me, her, and the Holy Ghost

Something 'bout us, hell of a rush

Falling in love, lighting up them holy smokes