| Let me tell you about our Johnny White
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| You may have seen him here tonight
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| That boy playing the old tune
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| And the devil, he go hiding from the moon
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| And the devil, he been hiding from the moon
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| He tells me he’s ninety three
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| And all his forty fives say six, six, six
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| Don’t believe in the crucifix
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| All his forty fives say six, six, six
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| Forty fives say six, six, six
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| He walked around with his girl on his arm
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| He’d been two years gone from the farm
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| In the big city living just like Bonnie and Clyde
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| Turning tricks of the devil into dollar signs
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| Turning tricks of the devil into dollar signs
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| He tells me he’s ninety three
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| And all his forty fives say six, six, six
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| Broomstick in the hands of a witch
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| Forty fives say six, six, six
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| Forty fives say six, six, six
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| Forty fives say six, six, six
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| Well now, let the truth be told
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| It ain’t the first time the devil’s been sold
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| How in the fuck do you think that I met these kids?
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| And my forty fives say six, six, six
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| Forty fives say six, six, six
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| My forty fives say six, six, six
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| My forty fives say six, six, six
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| And my forty fives say six, six, six |