Aint no saint in this town | J. T. Hook | Blues Rock

Aint no saint in this town | J. T. Hook #bluesrock #blues

[Verse 1]
Preacher sings 'bout fire and grace
But I saw him lockin’ lips in the back of a lace-curtained place
Mayor’s wife runs a poker ring
While the sheriff sells the truth for a king
Yeah, the church bell chimes, but it rings hollow sound
In a town where sin wears a Sunday crown

[Pre-Chorus]
I used to kneel, I used to pray
Now I just laugh at the light of day
‘Cause every soul’s got a skeleton chain
And mine’s just louder in the rain

[Chorus]
AIN’T NO SAINT IN THIS TOWN!
Just devils dancin’ on holy ground!
AIN’T NO SAINT IN THIS TOWN!
I’ve got mud on my boots and blood on my crown!
Yeah, I’m dirty, I’m loud, I won’t kneel no more —
AIN’T NO SAINT, BUT I’M STILL STANDIN’ AT THE DOOR!

[Verse 2]
Teacher’s got a flask in her desk drawer
Doctor’s addicted to pills and more
I stole a kiss from the banker’s girl
Now the whole damn block’s in a world of swirl
But I ain’t hidin’ behind a smile
I wear my sins like a leather style

[Pre-Chorus]
No more confessions, no more lies
Just the truth screamin’ through cracked skies
If heaven’s full, then I’ll take my stand
Right here in the mud with my own two hands

[Chorus]
AIN’T NO SAINT IN THIS TOWN!
Just devils dancin’ on holy ground!
AIN’T NO SAINT IN THIS TOWN!
I’ve got mud on my boots and blood on my crown!
Yeah, I’m dirty, I’m loud, I won’t kneel no more —
AIN’T NO SAINT, BUT I’M STILL STANDIN’ AT THE DOOR!

[Bridge]
(Guitar solo — gritty, bent notes, feedback swell)
Let the hypocrites whisper, let the crosses burn —
I was born in the gutter, but I’ll never return
To a life of pretend, of fake holy light —
I’m a sinner with fire, and I’m burnin’ tonight!

[Final Chorus]
AIN’T NO SAINT IN THIS TOWN!
Just devils dancin’ on holy ground!
AIN’T NO SAINT IN THIS TOWN!
I’ve got mud on my boots and blood on my crown!
Yeah, I’m dirty, I’m loud, I won’t kneel no more —
AIN’T NO SAINT… BUT I’M STILL STANDIN’ AT THE DOOR!