(R. Springer/T. Martin)



Daddy was a drinkin' man

He never took to preachin'

Said he found heaven in a drink

Well momma was a bible totin', God fearin' Christian

Would tell the devil to his fate

Exactly what she thinks



As far as daddy knew

Momma couldn't drive

So every Sunday morning he'd give us a ride

Well he'd wait out in the car

Drinkin' Jim Beam from a sack

But as the summer days grew hotter

He found a pew in the back



Daddy never had a chance in hell

Somethin' that my momma knew so well

While everybody else gave up

Momma wore him down with love

Daddy never had a chance in hell



Well, Summer came and went

But he stayed in the back row

Blamin' it on the cold north wind outside

Well I guess that explained

The flannel shirt and jack

But he had no explanation

When momma asked about his tie



He'd move up a little closer

With every passing year

He said it was because

He simply couldn't hear

I never thought that Dad would ever

Draw a sober breath

Much less lead us all in prayer

When we laid mom to rest



Daddy never had a chance in hell

Somethin' that my momma knew so well

While everybody else gave up

Momma wore him down with love

Daddy never had a chance in hell



While everybody else gave up

Momma wore him down with love

Daddy never had a chance in hell