There's a Wedding in the chapel, 

And the bride is oh so happy, 

And Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand, 

The groom is sweatin' bullets, 

As the priest steps to the pulpit 

He's about to make this boy into a man 



Sweet Jesus in the Garden 

Can you grant this boy a pardon 

For its true he really don't know what he's done 

Better lock the church door tight 

'Cause at the slightest crack of light 

That boy is gonna hit the ground and run 

He's gonna run he's gonna fly 

He's out the door and down the street 

And he won't say Goodbye 

the Diapers and the diatribes 

Of her Daddy on the rum 

That boy is gonna hit the ground and run 



Was it the rubbing or the tugging 

Put a bun in Nancy's oven 

She's praying she's not starting to show 

But the wedding's set for April 

and she's known since November 

She ain't got hells chance of a ball of snow 



What in the Lords name was he thinking 

You can't blame this all on drinking 

You can count the family teeth upon one hand 

By Midnight he was muddled 

for her gene pool is a puddle 

That boy might be the Daddy of his old man