Lyrics:

Hold the phone.

Where’s the fire?

Call the preacher.

We must pray.

Round up the kids,

‘cause this is

Not your average wedding day.



What do we have?

Seven brides for seven sinners

What do we need?

Father, Son, and holy smokes.

Just, get them to the church on time



How could this happen?

Has hell frozen over?

Don't question lest you go insane.

When sons of loggers marry

Daughters of gold digging squatters

Quiet towns are never quite the same.



What do we have?

Seven brides for seven sinners

What do we need?

Hollers, guns, and rolling oats.

What do we have?

Seven brides for seven sinners

What do we need?

Father, Son, and holy smokes.

Just, get them to the church on time



The girls are saints the boys are sinners

come place your bets down at church for winners.

Don't question miracles of God.

A marriage so disparaged is the stitch

When rich and poor are hitchin'

Just run when lightning strikes the rod.



What do we have?

Seven brides for seven sinners

What do we need?

Hollers, guns, and rolling oats.

What do we have?

Seven brides for seven sinners

What do we need?

Father, Son, and holy smokes.

Just, get them to the church on time.

Just, get them to the church on time.