Mr. Bailey’s Daughter(LP Version) - Bryan Duncan

Mr. Bailey's Daughter (LP Version) - Bryan Duncan
Whoa ha ha
Now this is the story of a lower-middle class
American preacher's kid who found
That we don't always do all the right things
For the right reasons
Now my Dad is the finest man of God
To ever grace the pulpit
Of a small Pentecostal church
To tell the truth
I was born on Saturday
And in church on Sunday
And I guarantee I was never late
'Cause Mom was the organ player
And the Sunday School teacher
While I took up the offering
They would always make me give it back
And as a child I had the honor of sittin'
In the front row for
The first five minutes of every sermon
That's usually how long it took to be
Called up to the platform for the express
Purpose of keeping me from escaping under the pews
And there I would sit behind the pulpit
And count ceiling tiles for the next hour and a half
Like most people over the years
I got used to the pressure of sayin'
And doin' all the right things
Whether I believed it or not
'Cause if I didn't I had the largest gathering
Of elderly ladies ever to act upon
Their moral obligation to report everything
I ever said or did
So you can understand why
I loved goin' to the youth conventions
'Cause it proved beyond that
Shadow of a doubt there were girls
Goin' to church who were under
Sixty-five years of age
And suddenly there she was
Fourth row back on the left
In the choir the absolute dream
Of every kid ever to seek permission
To borrow the family car
Mr Bailey has a daughter
Hopin' she'll notice me
Got me singin' in the choir
Volunteerin' my time for free
Now I'm prayin' for revival
Workin' at livin' right
Man I never looked more sanctified
At church on Sunday night
Now it's amazing what'll turn
Your life around in a hurry
Overnight I'd come to realize
What it meant wrong or right
To be motivated I was captivated
I was serious I was hearin' voices
And all the things I'd been doin'
For years took on a whole new significance
You see now I was out to please
Someone besides myself
I was convinced she was an angel from Heaven
Who knows She might have been
She disappeared fast enough
But now look who's still here tryin'
To do all the right things
And maybe sometimes even
For the right reasons Break it down
From the hearts of beggars to the hearts of Kings
The heart's the greatest of deceitful things
Expose what's wicked in the minds of man
You can count to twenty and it's back again
Mr Bailey has a daughter
Hopin' she'll notice me
Got me singin' in the choir
Volunteerin' my time for free
Now I'm prayin' for revival
Workin' at livin' right
Man I never looked more sanctified
At church on Sunday night
Mr Bailey has a daughter
Hopin' she'll notice me
Got me singin' in the choir
Volunteerin' my time for free
Now I'm prayin' for revival
Workin' at livin' right
Man I never looked more sanctified
At church on Sunday night
Find your place in the games we play
No one's safe when it's safe to say
The perfect motive has another ulterior
Check yours twice when you're feelin' superior
Mr Bailey has a daughter
Hopin' she'll notice me
Got me singin' in the choir
Volunteerin' my time for free
Now I'm prayin' for revival
Workin' at livin' right
Man I never looked more sanctified
At church on Sunday night now
Mr Bailey has a daughter
Hopin' she'll notice me
Got me singin' in the choir
Volunteerin' my time for free
Now I'm prayin' for revival
Workin' at livin' right
Man I never looked more sanctified
At church on Sunday night
From the hearts of beggars to the hearts of Kings
The heart's the greatest of deceitful things
Expose what's wicked in the minds of man
You can count to twenty and it's back again