If Wishes Were Bullets
Just down the street
A picket fence and dogwood trees
High enough to climb
Into a branch so I can see
That preachers daughter
That’s been pulling on my strings
Ain’t too scared of her father
Come hell or high-water
Hand full of rocks
I keep tossing at the beams
Our way of knocking
When the house is fast asleep
Unlocked and raising
Keep it quiet as a peep
I’m like a lamb to the slaughter
Come hell or high water
Come hell or high water
Im gonna see that girl again
Come hell or high water
Im gonna see that girl again
Long legged preachers daughter
Come hell or high water
She got my blood a rising
Nothing softer than that skin
Ain’t nothing wrong
Just a little bit of sin
Creaking on the stairs
Guess i’ll hit the road again
But staying gone just gets harder
Come hell or high water
Come hell or high water
Im gonna see that girl again
Come hell or high water
Im gonna see that girl again
Long legged preachers daughter
Come hell or high water
Hell or high-water
Im gonna see that girl again
Hell or high-water
Im gonna see that girl again
Long legged preachers daughter
Come hell
Or high-water