CREDITS

Written by Ben Grace & Carla Godwin

Produced by Ben Grace & Paul Demer

Vocals & piano: Ben Grace
Bass & electric guitars: Paul Demer
Backing vocals: Paul Demer & Trisha McNeill
Strings arranged by Paul and Tom Demer
Violin: Melanie Demer
Viola: Tom Demer
Cello: Shelley Jessup

Mix: Chris Jacobie
Master: Dave Gardner at Infrasonic sound

LYRICS

You wrote a note and caught my eye
It passed from hand to hand
And worked its way on down the aisle
Your mother dear, one step ahead,
Intervened & tore those tender words to shreds
And I wondered what the preacher's daughter said

After the dance, your sweet sixteen
You grab my hand and dragged me out behind the cemetery
Your mouth was warm, your cheeks were red
Then your daddy came a-roarin and we fled
And I wondered what the preacher's daughter said

Years roll by, I moved away
I heard that you got married and took on another name
You play the part in Sunday best
All the while your thoughts and longings unexpressed
I still wonder what the preacher's daughter said