Preacher's Daughter Lyrics

Performed by The Refreshments

I was born in the thirsty eath
Showed up in Tuscon, fresh out of Leavenworth
Did my time on stale bread and dirty water
Nobody told me that the lady was preacher's daughter
Yeah how her arms would hold me
When we kissed, she never told me
Lamb for a slaughter
Yeah, she's my preacher's daughter

Cut loose from my incarceration
Paid a visit to her Daddy's congregation
Welcome home she said, your lookin' good too
Meet my new husband, he's the sheriff who arrested you

Yeah how her arms would holds me
When we kissed, she never told me
Lamb for a slaughter
'Cause She's my preacher's daughter

YEAH

So I said my congratulations
Before I lost myself to my infatuations
I stole a kiss or two just havin' fun again
Sheriff don't like it
Now I'm back on the run again

How her arms would hold me
When we kissed, she never told me
Lamb for a slaughter
Like the desert needs its water
Give me back my preacher's daughter
Preacher's daughter
Preacher's daughter
Preacher's daughter
YEAH

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Still Rocking | Reviewer: Third World Cantina | 3/11/11

For those who don't know the Refreshments may have parted ways but you can find Roger Clyne fronting Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers. (azpeacemakers.com)

They are still cranking out kick ass rock and roll music with the Southwest influence and touring as the hardest working independent rock and roll band on the planet.

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Excellent Jam!!! Fresh out of Leavenworth. | Reviewer: Anonymous | 7/18/07

Here is one of the quinnesenntial songs from one of the greatest songwriters of this or any era. The song drips with western sensibility. Whether mentioning Tuscon or Leavenworth, Roger Clyne summons the spirit of the restless and gritty southwest. Please don't miss the humor either as Roger describes the story in his lyrics of a lost lust who married the sherrif who sent him to the famed Kansas all male pennitentiary. Hilarious! The guitar riff is devastating rock and roll and PH Naffah on the drums is as tight and efficient as ever. Long live Roger Clyne and may songs like this reach more and more appreciative good people. Jay in Phoenix

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