INTRO: Let me tell you about my friend Billy Bob.
Ole Billy Bob came in to work one day looking like he had been run over by a buzz saw. He had scratches all over and big pop-knots on each side of his head.
With a look of despair, Billy Bob said,” Well son it happened like this; after work Saturday, I stopped at the beer store on the way home and picked up a case of Budweiser”.
I finished 6 of them bad boys of before I got home. As soon as I reached the door My wife Daisy met me with a gallon of paint and a paint brush and said “Billy Bob Johnson were gonna paint this house today”. I told her “Daisy shut up you know that the Tennessee Vols are playing Bama on TV today. I flipped that TV on and proceeded to pop two more tops on them Buds .
When half-time arrived I was in deep misery and needed to relieve myself, so I staggered to the bathroom ,only to find that Daisy already occupied the throne. Since she was still mad and pouting, She wouldn’t let me in. Well you know how it is; when you gotta go, you gotta go.
I made my way to the front porch and proceeded to empty my bladder in front of God, the neighbors and anyone else driving down the road.
Well I was a little bit woozy and fell of the porch, that’s when it grabbed me. That thing was the worst monster I’d ever seen, It got a hold of me and wouldn’t let go. No matter how hard I tried, it just sunk its claws into me harder; I mean that thing was ripping the flesh right off of me. I tell you what old buddy, your pal Billy Bob looked like a 197 pounds of freshly ground hamburger.
In my desperation, I hollered at Daisy, boy I forgot that she was still mad at me over the painting deal. So I began to yell at the top of my lungs, “Daisy. HELP ME DAISY, It’s got a hold on me and won’t let go. She was still pouting so I screamed louder, attracting everybody in the neighborhood, “help me Daisy it’s got a hold on me and won’t let go. When Daisy came to the door and saw me tangled up in her PRIZE ROSE BUSH, she lost control and hit me on the left side of my head with her cast iron cornbread skillet. She muttered something about me being a disgrace as she turned around and went back in the house, leaving me still caught in the grip of that flesh eating rose bush. If the Greene County Deputy Sheriff hadn’t showed up I’d still be hung up in that thing,
Well I don’t know which hurt me the most, Daisy’s prize rose bush, that cornbread skillet or when that Greene County Deputy hit me on the right side of my head with that billet stick
Ole Billy Bob was caught by something, something had a hold of him, it wasn’t Daisy’s rose bush but it was thing called SIN. Jesus Christ came to Set you free. Whatever has a hold of you, whatever won’t let go, Jesus can, wants to and will set you free.