Raised To Pray

Bb  C  Bb  C

F
Smoking Swishers like we just don't care
Dm
Holding 99 cent lighters way up in the air
Bb
Drowning fears with the King of Beers 'til we wasn't scared
    C
To talk to the girl on the rusted out fender
   F
I remember stealing pallets just to build us a fire
Dm
Out in a field full of whiskey, weeds, and wine
Bb
Running on empty but I never got tired
    C                                   F            Bb
Of keeping mama up all night and making daddy wanna kick my ass

D             Bb Dm    C
We were going nowhere fast
Bb                         Dm                 C
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
         Bb
From the outside looking in
Dm                           C
We might have been a little rough around the edges
                        Am              Bb   Dm                 C
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
                   Bb  Dm C
We were raised to pray

F
Sure, owe a lot to that old King James
Dm
Under the seat with my last name
       Bb
On the cover of it, should have opened it more
C
Instead of letting it slide around on the truck floor

              Bb Dm    C
We were going nowhere fast
Bb                         Dm                 C
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
         Bb
From the outside looking in
Dm                           C
We might have been a little rough around the edges
                       Am               Bb   Dm                C
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
                  Bb   Dm C
We were raised to pray

Dm Bb F C

        Bb
We were washed in the blood
Bb
Covered in mud
C
Holding onto anything that felt like love
     Dm                             Bb     C
Come hell or high water we wouldn't let it go

              Bb Dm    C
We were going nowhere fast
Bb                         Dm                 C
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
          Bb
From the outside looking in
Dm                           C
We might have been a little rough around the edges
                       Am               Bb  Dm      Bb          C
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
                  Bb
We were raised to pray

Dm   C          Bb
Yeah, raised to pray
       Dm          C
At the end of the day
                  Bb   F  C  F  Bb  C
We were raised to pray

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