(Wendell Mobley/Gordon Bradberry)



She likes to read her Bible I like a good bar room rival

Sunday morning she's in church while my hangover just gets worse

We see things differently but she's hell-bent on saving me

She's got her life in tact and mine's been to hell and back

She's an angel, she's a saint there's two things that I ain't

I fell from a different tree but she's hell-bent on saving me



I know she could make me better if I would only let her

Guess a little compromise couldn't hurt

I'm willin' to bend a little if she meet me in the middle

If she'll come my way I'll go her's

Oh please please she's hell-bent on saving me



Lord you may not remember me I sang in church when I was three

It's been a while since I called on you

But could you tell her that my love is true

I can't wear no golden halo

I'll try to walk the straight and narrow

Could you help me change enough I don't want to loose her love

Please please she's hell-bent on saving me



I know she could make me better if I would only let her

Guess a little compromise couldn't hurt

I'm willin' to bend a little if she meet me in the middle

If she'll come my way I'll go her's

Oh please please she's hell-bent on saving me