Never Had Shit
T James Lyrics

Daddy was a drinkin' man, he never took to preachin'
My father was an alcoholic who never cared for religion or preaching.

Said he found heaven in a drink
He believed that drinking brought him happiness and peace.

Well momma was a Bible totin', God fearin' Christian
On the other hand, my mother was a devout Christian who always carried a bible and had a strong faith in God.

Would tell the devil to his fate exactly what she thinks
She was unafraid to speak her mind and would confidently stand up for her beliefs against anyone, including the devil.

As far as daddy knew momma couldn't drive
My father assumed that my mother didn't know how to drive.

So every Sunday mornin' he'd give us a ride
And so he would always drive us to church on Sundays.

Well, he'd wait out in the car, drinkin' Jim Beam from a sack
But during church, he would wait in the car, drinking whiskey from a bag.

But as the summer days grew hotter he found a pew in the back
However, as time went on and the weather became hotter, my father finally started to come into the church and sit in the back row.

Well, Summer came and went but he stayed in the back row
As the summer season came and passed, my father still attended church but remained in the back row.

Blamin' it on the cold North wind outside
He would make up excuses for why he would stay in the back row. One time, he blamed the cold North wind outside for his decision.

Well I guess that explained the flannel shirt and jack
Perhaps that's why he wore a flannel shirt and a jacket to church, to keep warm from the supposed North wind.

But he had no explanation when momma asked about his tie
Yet, he couldn't provide an excuse when my mother asked why he wasn't wearing a tie to church.

He'd move up a little closer with every passing year
Despite his stubbornness, he slowly started to move up the rows and sit closer to the front of the church each year.

He said it was because he simply couldn't hear
His excuse for moving up closer was that he couldn't hear the preacher or the choir from the back row.

I never thought that Dad would ever draw a sober breath
I never believed that my father would ever stop drinking and become sober.

Much less lead us all in prayer when we laid mom to rest
But, to my surprise, he led us all in prayer when we buried my mother.

While everybody else gave up
Even when everyone else had given up on my father changing his ways,

Momma wore him down with love
my mother's love and unwavering faith ultimately broke down his stubbornness.

Daddy never had a chance in hell
Despite his initial resistance, my mother always knew that she would be able to lead him to salvation through her love and faith.