(R. Springer/T. Martin)      Daddy was a drinkin' man   He never took to preachin'   Said he found heaven in a drink    Well momma was a bible totin', God fearin' Christian   Would tell the devil to his fate    Exactly what she thinks      As far as daddy knew    Momma couldn't drive   So every Sunday morning he'd give us a ride   Well he'd wait out in the car    Drinkin' Jim Beam from a sack    But as the summer days grew hotter   He found a pew in the back      Daddy never had a chance in hell   Somethin' that my momma knew so well   While everybody else gave up    Momma wore him down with love    Daddy never had a chance in hell       Well, Summer came and went   But he stayed in the back row    Blamin' it on the cold north wind outside   Well I guess that explained   The flannel shirt and jack   But he had no explanation   When momma asked about his tie       He'd move up a little closer    With every passing year   He said it was because    He simply couldn't hear   I never thought that Dad would ever    Draw a sober breath   Much less lead us all in prayer    When we laid mom to rest      Daddy never had a chance in hell   Somethin' that my momma knew so well   While everybody else gave up    Momma wore him down with love    Daddy never had a chance in hell       While everybody else gave up   Momma wore him down with love    Daddy never had a chance in hell