Oh Father John you know you gotta’ put that bottle down.
I said Oh, good Father John there’s a nasty rumor goin’ round.
Some of the folks in the congregation beginning to question your brand of salvation.
Oh, good Father John why can’t you put that bottle down?
Now every Sunday service at the mornin’ prayer there is a strange familiar odor hanging in the air.
And at the cemetery service for my uncle Fred, no one could understand a single word you said.
You tell us Jesus is the only way to go, but there's something that I just can't see.
If the good Lord can't save a preacher from the bottle, how the hell's he gonna’ save me?
Oh Father John you know you gotta’ put that bottle down.
I said Oh good Father John there’s a nasty rumor goin’ round.
Some of the folks in the congregation beginnin’ to question your brand of salvation.
Oh good Father John why can’t you put that bottle down?
Now I'm ain’t sayin’ that it's wrong for a man to take a drink every now and then.
But the way you've been packing it away you'd think that being sober was a mortal sin.
If you expect the congregation of this fair city to follow you to Heaven's door,
you better put that bottle away right now and don't you wait a minute more.
Oh Father John you know you gotta’ put that bottle down.
I said Oh good Father John there’s a nasty rumor goin’ round.
Some of the folks in the congregation beginnin’ to question your brand of salvation.
Oh good Father John why can’t you put that bottle down.
