| Well, he was the assistant preacher | 
| And the Sunday school teacher | 
| In the church that I grew up in She was a looker from Atlanta | 
| Led the choir, played piano | 
| Had a body that was made for sin | 
| She didn’t care he was married | 
| Cause the torch that she carried | 
| Was hotter then the fires of hell | 
| She had plans to seduce him | 
| If she could she would loosen | 
| A notch in the Bible belt | 
| So she called him up at home | 
| When she knew he’d be alone | 
| Said preacher I could use advice | 
| I got troubles with a man | 
| That I know you’ll understand | 
| If you could help me it would sure be nice | 
| They met a few minutes after | 
| In the office of the pastor | 
| And she started telling how she felt | 
| What a chance they were takin' | 
| When they first started breakin' | 
| The laws of the Bible belt | 
| There’s a lot of good people | 
| Who are led astray | 
| That believe what the good book said | 
| Well, I’ll tell ya something brother | 
| When you’re dealin' with the devil | 
| It’s tough to keep a level head | 
| And it’s hard to imagine | 
| How the flames of passion | 
| Can burn till your soul will melt | 
| And it’ll spread like a cancer | 
| But you’re gonna have to answer | 
| To the Lord and the Bible belt | 
| Yeah, yeah… | 
| Yeah | 
| Someone said they went to Vegas | 
| Back home it didn’t take us long | 
| To hear the news of what they did | 
| Nobody could believe | 
| That he left his wife to grieve | 
| Alone with two preschool kids | 
| I don’t know how there doin' | 
| But I know that they’re screwin' up A good thing they once had | 
| They better get their heads together | 
| Or they’re gonna slap leather | 
| With the Lord and the Bible belt… | 
| Oh… | 
| There’s a lot of good people | 
| Who are led astray | 
| That believe what the good book said | 
| Well, I’ll tell ya something brother | 
| When you’re dealin' with the devil | 
| It’s tough to keep a level head | 
| And it’s hard to imagine | 
| How the flames of passion | 
| Can burn till your soul will melt | 
| And it’ll spread like a cancer | 
| But you’re gonna have to answer | 
| To the Lord and the Bible belt | 
| They better get their heads together | 
| Or they’re gonna slap leather | 
| With the Lord and the Bible belt… | 
| Yeah, Lord | 
| Yeah, yeah… | 
| Amen, brother |