Bardstown, Kentucky in the middle of the 20s
Somewhere between heaven and hell
Great-granddaddy was a deacon, but he struggled breakin' even
'Til he started runnin' bottles out the bible belt

Some called him a sinner
Only knew him for his sins
Some called him a saint
Because, they knew where that cash went

They say you can't buy salvation
That ain't how it works
But if you asked that congregation
Sunday morning in that brand-new church

They'd say bless the man with the still in the holler
Turning corn into shine, shine into dollars
Unholy water flowing like milk and honey
Built that Lord's house with the devil's money
(Devil's money, devil's money)

The whiskey in the cellars set him up like Rockefeller
You can judge him, but he did some good
Use an outlaw cash for pews and stained-glass
Like a righteous redneck Robin Hood

They say you can't buy salvation
That ain't how it works
But if you asked that congregation
Sunday morning in that brand-new church

They'd say bless the man with the still in the holler
Turning corn into shine, shine into dollars
Unholy water, flowing like milk and honey
Built that Lord's house with the devil's money

Then he let his little light shine
And let a little shine light the way
Is he walking on streets of gold?
Or was there hell to pay?

You can't buy salvation
That ain't how it works
But if you asked that congregation
Sunday morning in that brand-new church

They'd say bless the man with the still in the holler
Turning corn into shine, shine into dollars
Unholy water, flowing like milk and honey
Built that Lord's house with the devil's money
Oh-oh, built that Lord's house with the devil's money