There's a Gideon Bible on the table
In a downtown Dallas Holliday Inn
And if I listen close I can hear my conscious whisper
Son don't you know the Lord is lookin' in
I woke up with her layin' there beside me
On the nightstand her stockings hung with care
And Lord I know there's something mighty wrong inside of me
Like the bottle and the Bible on the chair
Oh Father who art in heaven all praises unto thy name
Please forgive room 37 everytime I see your book I feel ashamed
Well tomorrow I'll be headin' home to Houston
And I won't repeat the things I haven't heard
But on that door I'll leave a mem'ry hangin'
Tellin' me and all the world do not disturb
Oh Father who art in heaven all praises unto thy name
Please forgive room 37 everytime I see your book I feel ashamed
There's a Gideon Bible on the table
In a downtown Dallas Holliday Inn
