| My mama always told me
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| «Son, you’d best go easy down that road.»
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| And she said she was sorry
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| For all the times she couldn’t save my soul
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| I shoulda listened to her words a little more
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| Before I packed up and I walked right out that door
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| Daddy always told me
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| «Son, you’d better love the best you can.»
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| And «Don't look back and be sorry
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| These moments won’t be comin' 'round again.»
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| But I feel like I could conquer the whole world
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| When I look up and see those three little girls
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| But I get lost, I can’t find my way
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| All my pieces glued together for the world to see
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| Mistakes I’ve made, consumed by some
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| Till there’s nothing left of me when all is said and done
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| Now a preacher man once told me
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| «Son, I’m not so sure you can be saved.»
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| He said, «Life is full of choices
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| And He sees all the bad ones that you’ve made.»
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| And I said «Yeah, you’re right, I’ll probably go to Hell
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| But goddamn all the stories I can tell.»
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| 'Cause I’m so lost, I can’t find my way
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| All my pieces glued together for the world to see
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| Mistakes I’ve made, consumed by some
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| Till there’s nothing left of me when all is said and done
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| So my mama always told me
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| «Son, you’d best go easy down that road.» |