7 Brides For 7 Sinners – Carbon Leaf – letras

Hold the phone.Where’s the fire?Call the preacher.We must pray.Round up the kids,‘cause this isNot your average wedding day.What do we have?Seven brides for seven sinnersWhat do we need?Father, Son, and holy smokes.Just, get them to the church on timeHow could this happen?Has hell frozen over?Don’t question lest you go insane.When sons of loggers marryDaughters of gold digging squattersQuiet towns are never quite the same.What do we have?Seven brides for seven sinnersWhat do we need?Hollers, guns, and rolling oats.What do we have?Seven brides for seven sinnersWhat do we need?Father, Son, and holy smokes.Just, get them to the church on timeThe girls are saints the boys are sinnerscome place your bets down at church for winners.Don’t question miracles of God.A marriage so disparaged is the stitchWhen rich and poor are hitchin’Just run when lightning strikes the rod.What do we have?Seven brides for seven sinnersWhat do we need?Hollers, guns, and rolling oats.What do we have?Seven brides for seven sinnersWhat do we need?Father, Son, and holy smokes.Just, get them to the church on time.Just, get them to the church on time.