My ol' man was a contradiction   A real hard man to figure   He'd read the King James Bible   While sippin' on corn liquor      He'd get drunk and he'd get to preachin'   Right out on the porch   Alternatin' between cussin' and a prayin'   Spittin' and a praisin' the Lord      No doubt about it   He was a man of both extremes   He had his share of demons   But on Jesus he would lean      He'd say, "Fly high like the angels   Run wild like the devil   We're all tryin' to find the middle   Between saint and sinner, wrong and right   Sunday morning and Saturday night"      Well, I have sung 'Amazing Grace', hymnal in my hand   Played 'Stairway To Heaven' in a three piece pick up band   I know the straight and narrow is the path that I should take   But out here in the fast lane, you tend to get a little sideways      I still hear him preachin'   Slurrin' his words a bit   Sayin' the thing about temptation   Is it so hard to resist      He'd say, "Fly high like the angels   Run wild like the devil   We're all tryin' to find the middle   Between saint and sinner, wrong and right   Sunday morning and Saturday night"      Back then I didn't realize   The wisdom in the sermon   It took a while to understand   The lesson I'm still learnin'      He'd say, "Fly high like the angels   Run wild like the devil   We're all tryin' to find the middle   Between saint and sinner, wrong and right   Sunday morning and Saturday night"      Saint and sinner, wrong and right   Sunday morning and Saturday night      He said, "Fly high like the angels"