"This Girl" lyrics - PUNCH BROTHERS

Father, father, father
It's been a long long time how are you doing?
How is your son how are his children?
I bet they're just like me

You must be tired tired tired
Of hearing prayers like mine no need to answer
Nobody likes knowing that favors are all they'll ever be

But there's this girl, this girl, this girl, this girl, this girl
And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world
If you would tell her it's your will for us to be together

Father, father, father
You've seen me try and try to make her love me
I'd sell my soul to hear the one thing she thinks she'll never say

But now it's Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
And her pretty voice is rising up to ask you
Like I once did like I'm about to
If you could show her the way

'Cause there's this girl, this girl, this girl, this girl, this girl
And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world
If you would tell her it's your will for us to be together
I would never bother you again

Father, you of all gods ought to know how little to expect from people
But I think you might be pleasantly surprised to see what this girl
Would bring out of me

There's this girl, this girl, this girl, this girl, this girl
And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world
If you would tell her it's your will for us to be together
I would never bother you again unless you want me to
Hell, we'll just both hang out with you in heaven when we die