Lyrics

1. Old Bottles and Bibles
Old Joe just out of county jail at the Reverend Martha’s Bar / Some nights Joe heard voices from afar / From one or two to several, whiskey bottles seemed to grow / Something’s about to happen to old Joe

Reverend Martha’s bar a lightning rod, one night about to close / Lights flashed; Joe began to glow / He remembers a mountain of bottles and waking up alone Longing for a Bible of his own

Chorus: Old bottles and Bibles, like women of the night / Calling, enticing, follow the light / Waking feeling empty, craving the Holy Word / Old bottles and Bibles, voices he heard

Old Joe was scared of eerie lights and whiskey with no clue / So he rushed and bought a Bible to read through / He read up through the begats, a list of begat names / Old Joe got stuck and begats not his thing Chorus

Old Joe knew not what to do, he’d seen the eerie glow / And what’s the message in the begats; made no sense to Joe / So back to Reverend Martha’s Bar, Old Joe was feeling alone / He needed a begat of his own Chorus