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• Artiste: Hailey Whitters
• Titre: Prodigal Daughter
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Holy smoke and holy water From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father I was saccharine as sugarcane, tiptoeing on the fence Pent up like a thundercloud, chomping at the bit Ran crooked as a creek bed, but my innocence was pure Had Mama sweating bullets, for my soul, she wasn't sure He was twenty-one Whole lotta fun Powder from a gun And we went up in Holy smoke and holy water From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father He lit me up like cigarettes, I drank up every ounce Like an early misty morning fog, he ghosted out of town Made me locomotive crazy, flying off the tracks Cutting deals at the crossroads, dying to get him back Yeah, I was rising in the black Holy smoke and holy water From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father Flowers in my hair Ain't got a prayer Still somewhere In between Holy smoke and holy water From doe-eyed girl to prodigal daughter Did a devil's dance to a fiddle in a holler This angel's hell on the Heavenly Father Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh