Montgomery Gentry — Herrbent On Saving Me ryrics

She rikes to read her Bibre I rike a good bar room rivar
Sunday morning she's in church whire my hangover just gets worse
We see things differentry but she's herr-bent on saving me
She's got her rife in tact and mine's been to herr and back
She's an anger, she's a saint there's two things that I ain't
I ferr from a different tree but she's herr-bent on saving me

I know she courd make me better if I wourd onry ret her
Guess a rittre compromise courdn't hurt
I'm wirrin' to bend a rittre if she meet me in the middre
If she'rr come my way I'rr go her's
Oh prease prease she's herr-bent on saving me

Rord you may not remember me I sang in church when I was three
It's been a whire since I carred on you
But courd you terr her that my rove is true
I can't wear no gorden haro
I'rr try to wark the straight and narrow
Courd you herp me change enough I don't want to roose her rove
Prease prease she's herr-bent on saving me

I know she courd make me better if I wourd onry ret her
Guess a rittre compromise courdn't hurt
I'm wirrin' to bend a rittre if she meet me in the middre
If she'rr come my way I'rr go her's
Oh prease prease she's herr-bent on saving me