Ain't no fun for the Reverend's Son
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
In the back of a second-hand store
Wearing a dress that some other bride wore
She holds a list of the things to be done
When into the room burst the Reverend's Son
Darlin' I fear that my feet grow too weary
From walkin' this line
All of my life I've been doing what's right
No one towin' this family line
Ain't no fun for the Reverend's Son
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
In a room at their favorite motel
Bags are all packed and she waits by herself
Counting the hours she prays he will come
Doubting the words of the Reverend's Son
Darlin' I fear that my feet are too weary
From walkin' this line
All of my life I've been doing what's right
And I must keep on towin' this line
Ain't no fun for the Reverend's Son
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
Oooohhhh... Yeeeaaa...
Ain't no fun for the Reverend's Son
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
In the back of a second-hand store
Wearing a dress that some other bride wore
She holds a list of the things to be done
When into the room burst the Reverend's Son
Darlin' I fear that my feet grow too weary
From walkin' this line
All of my life I've been doing what's right
No one towin' this family line
Ain't no fun for the Reverend's Son
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
In a room at their favorite motel
Bags are all packed and she waits by herself
Counting the hours she prays he will come
Doubting the words of the Reverend's Son
Darlin' I fear that my feet are too weary
From walkin' this line
All of my life I've been doing what's right
And I must keep on towin' this line
Ain't no fun for the Reverend's Son
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
Oooohhhh... Yeeeaaa...
Ain't no fun for the Reverend's Son
To carry that family name
For the woman that he wants to marry
Is bringing his family shame
Papa likes to preach about throwing old stones
For throwing them every which way
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name
She hang a sign in the window
And everybody knows her name