Raised to Pray

Smoking Swishers like we just don't care
 Holding 99 cent lighters way up in the air
 Drowning fears with the King of Beers
 'Til we wasn't scared to talk to the girl on the rusted out fender
 I remember stealing pallets just to build us a fire
 Out in a field full of whiskey, weeds, and wine
 Running on empty but I never got tired
 Of keeping Mama up all night and making Daddy want to kick my ass
 We were going nowhere fast
 Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
 From the outside, looking in we might have been a little rough around the edges
 But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
 We were raised to pray
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 Sure owe a lot to that old King James
 Under the seat with my last name
 On the cover of it should have opened it more
 Instead of letting it slide around on the truck floor
 We were going nowhere fast
 Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
 From the outside, looking in we might have been a little rough around the edges
 But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
 We were raised to pray, yeah
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 We were washed in the blood
 Covered in mud
 Holding onto anything that felt like love
 Come hell or high water, we wouldn't let it go
 We were going nowhere fast
 Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
 From the outside looking in we might have been a little rough around the edges
 But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
 We were raised to pray, yeah
 Raised to pray
 At the end of the day
 We were raised to pray