"Prodigal Daughter" lyrics
(feat. Molly Tuttle)
Holy smoke and holy water
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
I was saccharine as sugarcane, tiptoeing on the fence
Pent up like a thundercloud, chomping at the bit
Ran crooked as a creek bed, but my innocence was pure
Had Mama sweating bullets, for my soul, she wasn't sure
He was twenty-one
Whole lotta fun
Powder from a gun
And we went up in
Holy smoke and holy water
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
He lit me up like cigarettes, I drank up every ounce
Like an early misty morning fog, he ghosted out of town
Made me locomotive crazy, flying off the tracks
Cutting deals at the crossroads, dying to get him back
Yeah, I was rising in the black
Holy smoke and holy water
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
Flowers in my hair
Ain't got a prayer
Still somewhere
In between
Holy smoke and holy water
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
I was saccharine as sugarcane, tiptoeing on the fence
Pent up like a thundercloud, chomping at the bit
Ran crooked as a creek bed, but my innocence was pure
Had Mama sweating bullets, for my soul, she wasn't sure
He was twenty-one
Whole lotta fun
Powder from a gun
And we went up in
Holy smoke and holy water
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
He lit me up like cigarettes, I drank up every ounce
Like an early misty morning fog, he ghosted out of town
Made me locomotive crazy, flying off the tracks
Cutting deals at the crossroads, dying to get him back
Yeah, I was rising in the black
Holy smoke and holy water
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
Flowers in my hair
Ain't got a prayer
Still somewhere
In between
Holy smoke and holy water
From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter
Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler
This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Hailey Whitters, Paul Sikes, Bryan Simpson
