Bible Belt

Bought an old tux coat at the vintage store*

Had a few holes in it from the man before

You wore a champagne dress

Bought it at Target cause it cost less

Rented an old house with spiral stairs

Watched you walk down them with flowers in your hair

Four months ago, I didn't know your name

But I guess even as strangers we rattled the cage

There's a few folks whisperin'

The billboards say what they won't

We didn't ask your permission

I won't wear your bible belt

Our baby boy was born late that year

Our past caught up with us and caused a few tears

But I loved you like a hard rain

I just want to see you shed those chains

Everyone's tellin' us, "You better know His name."

Yours are not my traditions

I cannot cure your regrets

We didn't ask your permission

And I won't wear your bible belt