| Had my suitcase packed for a trip to Hell
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| When the Lord played a song on an old church bell
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| The Devil just stood there tapping his toes
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| Singing hurry up girl we gotta go
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| Did you pack your evil ways
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| And all your wilder days
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| You spent your money on saving your sins
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| There’s a checkered little past I kept 'em all in
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| And when your interest multiplies
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| Everything good in you dies
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| But I never knew a God but the One on high
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| Never had a picture of Jesus Christ
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| Only thing I ever really took in vain was a Sunday drive in the restful rain
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| Honored Momma’s words and Daddy’s hands
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| Never hurt anybody, never wore a wedding band
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| Might’ve stole a kiss, but I never told a lie
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| And all I ever wanted was a real good time
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| Song he played was a hymn I’d heard
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| From the backsider pew in a Nazarene church
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| When that Devil was a ready to go
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| I said one minute boy don’t you know
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| I packed my evil ways
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| Underneath my wilder days
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| And I spent my money on saving my sins
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| There’s a checkered little past you kept 'em all in
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| But when my interest multiplies
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| Well I live myself one hell of a lie
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| And I never knew a God but the One on high
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| Never had a picture of Jesus Christ
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| Only thing I ever really took in vain was a Sunday drive in the restful rain
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| Honored Momma’s words and Daddy’s hands
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| Never hurt anybody, never wore a wedding band
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| Might’ve stole a kiss, but I never told a lie
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| And all I ever wanted was a real good time hmmm hmmm
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| And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those
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| Things which were told her from the Lord
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| And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord
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| And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour
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| And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation
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| No preacher man ever rang clear as the bells
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| That the Lord played the day I didn’t go to Hell hmmmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm |