Daddy oh daddy
Is that you behind the screen
I recognize some scratches
In this frame of olive green
Now this old door has always
Kept our family from harm
What would it take to unlock it
And find your outstretched arms
Look at me it's your prodigal kid
But don't go and slaughter the calf
You've not seen the likes of me
For one year and a half
Somehow bad breaks and big mistakes
Have driven me to tears
My conscience aches I hope this makes
Some sense to your fresh ears
Look by me it's my roadtrip friend
And by the way my spouse
Our occupation's travel
And our chevy is our house
We dig the dead and just got wed
In vegas back in may
We don't do much to keep in touch
That's why I must say
You can yell at me and laugh
We'd argue 'til the dawn
You can pull my photographs
And throw them on the lawn
Now you don't owe me
Mister and I'm sure not your exemption
But I'm a buck twenty-five from bein' broke
And a hail mary shy of redemption
Look at me it's your second born
But don't go and slaughter the lamb
I just dropped by to say hello
And tell you how I am
Some southbound deals
And makeshift meals
Have led me to your door
Could you arrange a fair exchange
For sleep upon your floor
Chorus
Buck twenty-five
Is that you behind the screen
Hail mary shy
The paint's a peelin' on this olive green
Buck twenty-five
A door that's kept our family from sin
Hail mary shy
Come and let your child in
Chours
Hail Mary Shy of Redemption Video (MV)
Performed By: Eddie From Ohio
Length: 4:04
Written by: CHARLES BILLY, CHUCK BILLY, DEL JAMES, ERIC PETERSON, ERIC STANLEY PETERSON, JAMES MURPHY
Eddie From Ohio - Hail Mary Shy of Redemption Lyrics
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Daddy oh daddy
Is that you behind the screen
I recognize some scratches
In this frame of olive green
Now this old door has always
Kept our family from harm
What would it take to unlock it
And find your outstretched arms
Look at me it's your prodigal kid
But don't go and slaughter the calf
You've not seen the likes of me
For one year and a half
Somehow bad breaks and big mistakes
Have driven me to tears
My conscience aches I hope this makes
Some sense to your fresh ears
Look by me it's my roadtrip friend
And by the way my spouse
Our occupation's travel
And our chevy is our house
We dig the dead and just got wed
In vegas back in may
We don't do much to keep in touch
That's why I must say
You can yell at me and laugh
We'd argue 'til the dawn
You can pull my photographs
And throw them on the lawn
Now you don't owe me
Mister and I'm sure not your exemption
But I'm a buck twenty-five from bein' broke
And a hail mary shy of redemption
Look at me it's your second born
But don't go and slaughter the lamb
I just dropped by to say hello
And tell you how I am
Some southbound deals
And makeshift meals
Have led me to your door
Could you arrange a fair exchange
For sleep upon your floor
Chorus
Buck twenty-five
Is that you behind the screen
Hail mary shy
The paint's a peelin' on this olive green
Buck twenty-five
A door that's kept our family from sin
Hail mary shy
Come and let your child in
Chours
Is that you behind the screen
I recognize some scratches
In this frame of olive green
Now this old door has always
Kept our family from harm
What would it take to unlock it
And find your outstretched arms
Look at me it's your prodigal kid
But don't go and slaughter the calf
You've not seen the likes of me
For one year and a half
Somehow bad breaks and big mistakes
Have driven me to tears
My conscience aches I hope this makes
Some sense to your fresh ears
Look by me it's my roadtrip friend
And by the way my spouse
Our occupation's travel
And our chevy is our house
We dig the dead and just got wed
In vegas back in may
We don't do much to keep in touch
That's why I must say
You can yell at me and laugh
We'd argue 'til the dawn
You can pull my photographs
And throw them on the lawn
Now you don't owe me
Mister and I'm sure not your exemption
But I'm a buck twenty-five from bein' broke
And a hail mary shy of redemption
Look at me it's your second born
But don't go and slaughter the lamb
I just dropped by to say hello
And tell you how I am
Some southbound deals
And makeshift meals
Have led me to your door
Could you arrange a fair exchange
For sleep upon your floor
Chorus
Buck twenty-five
Is that you behind the screen
Hail mary shy
The paint's a peelin' on this olive green
Buck twenty-five
A door that's kept our family from sin
Hail mary shy
Come and let your child in
Chours
Writer: CHARLES BILLY, CHUCK BILLY, DEL JAMES, ERIC PETERSON, ERIC STANLEY PETERSON, JAMES MURPHY
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC