Preacher gave it to him when he was eight,
That Sunday morning he got saved in that little church
Grandaddy totted it to Bible school
I bet back then it looked brand new, not a faded word
Now the cover's torn and the leather's worn... on that Old King James
He took it with him overseas, England, France and Germany
Right there in the middle of hell
Said he read it every night, he swore that it'd saved his life
His only hope when there was no hope left
Was in that Old King James
Passed it down to Momma on the day he died
Sat there for the longest time just gathering the dust
But when life would take a sharp turn every now and then
And she would just start missing him, I'd see her pick it up
Now the cover's torn and the leather's worn... on that Old King James
You'll find on every other page, yellow lines or tear drop stains
Every chapter of that good book
Been through cancer, war and crazy kids, all the stupids things I did
I may never know the toll I took... on her and that Old King James
Yeah I'm the one who's got it now,
She said read it when you're feeling down and I said Yes Ma'am
Now the cover's torn and the leather's worn... on that Old King Jamesô
