Hit The Ground and Run

There's a Wedding in the chapel,

And the bride is oh so happy,

And Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand,

The groom is sweatin' bullets,

As the priest steps to the pulpit

He's about to make this boy into a man

Sweet Jesus in the Garden

Can you grant this boy a pardon

For its true he really don't know what he's done

Better lock the church door tight

'Cause at the slightest crack of light

That boy is gonna hit the ground and run

He's gonna run he's gonna fly

He's out the door and down the street

And he won't say Goodbye

the Diapers and the diatribes

Of her Daddy on the rum

That boy is gonna hit the ground and run

Was it the rubbing or the tugging

Put a bun in Nancy's oven

She's praying she's not starting to show

But the wedding's set for April

and she's known since November

She ain't got hells chance of a ball of snow

What in the Lords name was he thinking

You can't blame this all on drinking

You can count the family teeth upon one hand

By Midnight he was muddled

for her gene pool is a puddle

That boy might be the Daddy of his old man