Saint Anthony Songtext
von Brit Taylor

If you think the bottom of a forty-rod jug is what′s going to hurt your head
You just wait until you get home 'cause you ain′t seen nothing yet

There's a whole lot of numbers in Rock Castle County
And every one of them's been rung
I know damn well what you′re out there doing
Just don′t know where you're getting it done

Saint Anthony (Anthony)
Won′t you please hear my prayer?
My baby tied on whiskey wings
Flew off to God-knows-where

Saint Anthony (Anthony)
Saint of the lost and found
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God, I'll do the straightening out
By God, I′m going to straighten him out


While you're out sworpin′ and carryin' on, wilder than a ten-point buck
I'm home madder than an old wet hen pissed off and ruffled up
It′s probably just Jimmy, Inus or Clyde
Better them, not be her
You′ll be beggin' me with back in that Whitesburg jail if I get a hold of you first

Saint Anthony (Anthony)
Won′t you please hear my prayer?
My baby tied on whiskey wings
Flew off to God-knows-where

Saint Anthony (Anthony)
Saint of the lost and found
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God, I'll do the straightening out
By God, I′m going to straighten him out

Saint Anthony (Anthony)
Won't you please hear my prayer?
My baby tied on whiskey wings
Flew off to God-knows-where

Saint Anthony (Anthony)
Saint of the lost and found
If you can just find him and get him on home
By God, I′ll do the straightening out
By God, I'm going to straighten him out

Saint Anthony (Anthony)