Текст песни Trunk Full of Bibles - Jason Charles Miller

She stole a motel bible
Traded up for a smoking gun
Left behind all her baggage on the bed in room 21
When the sun started rising
Slipping through the cracks of an open door
It brought to light every single dark deed done the night before

That angel on her shoulder's been gone for years
Round the same time she ran out of tears
A heart ain't nothing but a back seat driver

She was born a preacher's daughter
Never know it if you saw her
Using love as a matter of survivor
With a head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles
Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles

She kicked up a cloud of gravel
From that dusty old GTO
Calling up his wife on the road from his cellphone
Said I know where he was last night
I know why he never came home
Cause I left him at the motel tied to a bedpost

That angel on her shoulder's been gone for years
Round the same time she ran out of tears
A heart ain't nothing but a back seat driver

She was born a preacher's daughter
Never know it if you saw her
Using love as a matter of survivor
With a head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles
Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles

Ran out of gas in Laredo
At a bar on the side of the road
Caught a man slipping his wedding band into his billfold
Waking up the next morning
He was just another heart to break
And another set of keys to get her further down the interstate
She waved goodbye to another room 21
Stuck a devil on the dash, threw a bible in the trunk

She was born a preacher's daughter
Never know it if you saw her
Using love as a matter of survivor
With a head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles
Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles
Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles
Head full of guilt and a trunk full of bibles