A Wing & a Prayer - Alabama 3

Well I’m coming down

On a wing and a prayer

I’m losing my altitude

If Jesus can’t get me a little bit higher

I can meet you on the moon

If there’s life on mars

Heaven can’t be far

The devils been a sipping

From the whiskey jar

Two step baby up the golden stairs

I’m coming down

I’m coming down, I’m coming down

on a wing and a prayer

Your coming up baby

I don’t care

You’ve got a bad bad attitude

The devil’s gonna steal just a little bit more

Til you’ve got nothing left to lose

In some darkened bar you steal my credit cards

You been a looking in the mirror

You been counting the scars

A bust in the basement police on the stairs

They bring you in on a wing and a prayer