That's what a good meal buys
And you know he's on my tail
And the Lord's in my fingers
And the Lord's in my fingers
To bringing God's children home
He won't let me fail
Yes, I'm pickin' to beat the devil
And the Lord's in my fingers
Kentucky woman and Tennessee whiskey
And He won't let me fail
Now, I'm pickin' to beat the devil
Now, I'm pickin' to beat the devil
Songs to God's glory
A worn out Chevy and a beat up Martin
Fourteen songs and a temperance sermon
For a little extra there's a guitar solo
Is all I'll ever own
And you know he's on my tail
It's gonna be hell to pay
And the Lord is in my fingers
I was drinking my time away
My worthless life is dedicated
Called, 'Reward In The Sky'
My repertoire is one hundred ninety
He won't let me fail
And you know he's on my tail
I found myself in a roadside bar room
And you know he's on my tail
Now, I'm pickin' to beat the devil
