Wine Soaked Preacher Corb Lund

[Verse One]
You know he never did marry, faith took all his energies
Was a celibate preacher for thirty-two good seasons
At Hazelwood Hamlet's single room one and only house of worship in the trees
She was a beauty of body in only thirteen years
He made his lessons in virtue a little too clear
On Sunday afternoons, off by themselves in the meadow just outside of town

[Chorus]
Did he misappropriate a kiss or was he really just a dedicated teacher?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
The details are fuzzy and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher

[Verse Two]
She tried to fight her way to shore but never learned to swim
Her lungs filled up with water, she eddied down the stream
Face down, on up around the bend where that old current's at its worst
And with the unborn baby of unknown sire
There were two dead in the water, but really three died
If you count the preacher's will but man, you gotta admit it sure did solve his problems

[Chorus]
Did he drown her in the river or did she slip and did he really try to reach her?
Before we can judge him, remember that we're all the same, hey, hey
The details are fuzzy and that nothin's ever as it seems
In the case of the wine-soaked preacher