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 a heavenly father
I was saccharine and sugarcane tiptoeing on the fence
Pin her up like a thundercloud chomping at the bit
Ran crooked as a crick,
baby,
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 went up in 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 a heavenly father
He lit me up like cigarettes,
I drank up every ounce Like an early mist of morning fog,
he ghosted out of town
Made me locomotive crazy,
flying off the tracks Cutting deals 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 a heavenly father
Fires 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 a heavenly father