Found God In Her Arms

Grimy, upbeat delta blues with overdriven slide guitar, stompbox kick, and clapping on the backbeat, Male vocals: ragged, rowdy, just behind the groove, Verses stay tight and conversational; chorus explodes with gang shouts and call-and-response, Harmonica stabs answer vocal lines, and a short, dirty slide solo lifts the bridge before a final shout-along hook, male vocals, delta blues

[Verse 1] Woke up broke in a motel Bible Pages torn Coffee cold Bad luck I was cussin' at the ceiling Cheap fan squealin' Thinkin' I done used up my run of good stuff Then she walked in Boots loud on the floor Red clay on the heel Sun in her hair She said "Boy You look like trouble and a bad decision" Pulled up a chair Like a half-said prayer [Chorus] I found God in the arms of that woman Sweat on my neck Her laugh in my ear She laid hands on a sinner like me And the devils all disappeared Yeah I found God in the arms of that woman Halo crooked Dress on the floor If salvation feels like Saturday night I ain't runnin' from the good Lord no more [Verse 2] She drank straight from the bottle Eyes on my shake Said "You ain't cursed You're just scared to change" Then she kissed me like forgiveness in a honky-tonk mirror Made the whole damn world sound strange That radio crackled some backroad hymn We swayed off-beat on the sagging bed frame Her heartbeat hittin' like a Sunday choir And I whispered out somebody else's name—then hers again [Chorus] [Bridge] [call-and-response] She said "Hands up" (hands up) "Let it all go" (let it go) "Every bad choice Every back-room show" We were laughin' Cryin' Half-undone Her breath on my chest like the break of the sun [guitar solo] [Chorus]

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