I was raised in church
Dad wouldn't have it any other way
And it helped more then it hurt, but women and whiskey both led me astray

And I got my share of Demons
I can not seem to shake them off my back
And I've had my share of Demons point their fingers and tell me what I lack

And I'd rather be, a slave again then free, I suppose
I'm the King of all sinners.
I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows

I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb"
And I've held the Devil's hand
I've been blessed by fire

A simple kiss drove my innocence away
If my addictions were my choir, the singing helped me make it thru the day
And when they would not sing, a (would) push me to the ground

With all my suffering, I'm the Patron Saint of Never Being Down
And I'd rather be, a slave again then free, I suppose
Well I'm the King of all sinners

I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows
I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb" and I've held the Devil's hand


I'd rather be, a slave again then free, I suppose
I'm the king of all sinner, I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows
I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb"

And I've held the Devil's hand

There is power, power, wonder working power in the blood of the Lamb

There is power, power, wonder working power in the precious blood of the Lamb
There is power, power, wonder working power, in the blood of the lamb
There is power, power, wonder working power in the precious blood of the lamb


And I'd rather be, a slave again then free I suppose
Well I'm the King of all sinners

I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows
I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb"
And I've held the Devil's hand

I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the lamb" and I've held the devil's hand