Now I need one more shot of the liquor just to make it through the day Cause I've prayed some nights but sometimes he don't get back till late So thank you but I can't hear you less' you got another way To keep it moving, gotta keep it moving like I'm James So tell me now what you talking about Tell me now what you think you know Cause what I hear every night my demons on the other side of the door See I don't really fucking know, if you can hear them though I just gotta go back stat Back to them early Sunday morns Down Backlick Road And I remember momma singing hallelujah And you could feel the love Oh you could feel the love So pour up two more shots of the liquor So my mind can drift along To old songs that momma used to sing on the way to Pastor Cover And he would have his hands out, passed out plates saying money was the root Funny how the only one saying money evil was the one with the coup So tell me now what you talking about Tell me now what you think you know Cause what I hear on the other side I don't wanna hear them demons anymore Man I don't really fucking know I just gotta go back home, back to the older days Where the only thing I would hear on Sunday morn Going down Backlick Road And I remember momma singing hallelujah And you could feel the love Oh and you could feel the love Take it back to those days, take it back those days Oh where's the love now, look around I don't see the love anymore I just want to make out back one day I just don't know Look back and I see just how far I've gone Hallallale, Hallallale, Halleljuah