Holy smoke and holy water
From Doha girl to prodigal daughter
Did the devil's dance to a fiddle and a holler
This angel's hail on the heavenly father
I was saccharine and sugarcane tiptoeing on the fence
Pin up like a thundercloud chomping at the bit
Ran crooked as a crick,
babe,
but my innocence was pure
Had mama sweating bullets for my soul,
she wasn't sure
He was 21,
whole lotta fun Powder from a gun
He
lit me up like cigarettes I drank up every ounce,
like a nurse
He missed the morning fog,
he ghosted out of town
Made me locomotive crazy,
flying off the tracks Cutting jeans at the crossroads,
time to get
them back Yeah, I was rising in the black
Holy smoke and holy water From Doha girl to
prodigal daughter
Did the devil's dance to a fiddle and a holler
This angel's hail on the heavenly father
Flowers in my hair,
ain't got a prayer Still somewhere
in between
Holy smoke and holy water From Doha girl to prodigal daughter
Did the devil's dance to a fiddle and a holler
This angel's hail on the heavenly father