Preacher's Daughter

The preacher's daughter had a secret
Though she could never tell a lie,
She wasn't as perfect as she looked
She was sneaking around with a bad guy
He wore all black, had a motorcycle,
And tattooed her name on his neck
They went to the garage every night
I'm surprised they ever came back

Her father found out last Tuesday
She was leaving home that night
She was running off with the bad boy
Oh, how I wished she would see the light

I miss my friend, the preacher's daughter
She'd given up her dreams
For a man that never loved her
He thinks there's more important things
He tried to cheat on her the other day
With three other girls
I wish I could tell the preacher's daughter
That he never loved her

But now she's lying in the creek,
Dead and still and cold
The man that killed the preacher's daughter
Is still, indeed, unknown