Bryan Duncan - Mr. Baileys Daughter lyrics

rate me

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<br />

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