Текст песни Holy Spirit - Bear Cole

Ashes off a camel non-filter
Out an old white cargo van
Dive to their death like Kamikazes
Running away from my old man

Out looking for a fishing hole somewhere
Lost in the wilderness
Gettin' found in the middle of nowhere
Society might forget that we exist

My daddy wasn't a Christian man
He was sure good at looking after me
He wasn't a country music fan
He was just a real old school hippie

My father might not have been at church down on his knees
But he sure as hell made a true believer out a little boy like me
(He would have helped anybody) despite their race or creed
(He always loved everybody) no matter their sexuality
(He told me, "Help anybody") don't fill your heart with greed
(He told me, "Love everybody") it feels good, I guarantee

Just me and my old man driving
Stakes into our wrists
Hanging 'round a cross, steering wheel drumming
Finding out why we exist
Striking up a conversation
About how mankind could benefit
He made me a true believer
He's my Holy Spirit

He never found perfection
Hell, no, he was far from that
I don't expect a resurrection
I know that my dad's not coming back

He's out looking for a fishing hole somewhere
Lost in the wilderness
Gettin' found in the middle of nowhere
Drinking Coors out in the sticks

My father might not have been at church down on his knees
But he sure as hell made a true believer out a little boy like me
(He would have helped anybody) despite their race or creed
(He always loved everybody) no matter their sexuality
(He told me, "Help anybody) in turn you will succeed
(He told me, "Love everybody") kindness will grow just like a seed
(He told me, "Help anybody") don't fill your heart with greed
(He told me, "Love everybody") it feels good, I guarantee

Just me and my old man driving
Stakes into our wrists
Hanging 'round a cross, steering wheel drumming
Finding out why we exist
Striking up a conversation
About how mankind could benefit
He made me a true believer
He's my Holy Spirit

Just me and my old man driving
Stakes into our wrists
Hanging 'round a cross, steering wheel drumming
Finding out why we exist
Striking up a conversation
About how mankind could benefit
He made me a true believer
He's my Holy Spirit