| I’ve been tryin' to go to church
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| I’ve been tryin' to do better
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| But me and Saturday night we always wake up together
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| I know what I oughta be doin', but I keep on losin' track
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| I try to stay outta trouble, but the devil’s draggin' me right back
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| And I know what I should be puttin' in the offering plate
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| But I doubled down in Biloxi on a couple of eights
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| I kept hopin' and a-prayin' but the dealer kept a-sayin' bust
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| See the chips were goin' down while the sun was comin' up
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| Amen, hallelujah
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| I keep on sayin' «Lord I’m gonna get to ya»
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| I’ve been tryin' to go to church
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| I’ve been tryin' to do better
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| But my friends are at the river and it’s real pretty weather
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| Layin' on the sandbar thinkin', maybe I can make it Wednesday night
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| Then here comes that husband Steven Hoefer and I reckon I’m gonna have to fight
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| Amen, hallelujah
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| I keep on a sayin', «Lord I’m gonna get to ya»
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| I’ve been tryin' to go to church
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| I’ve been tryin' to do better
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| But me and Saturday night we always wake up together
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| I know what I oughta be doin', but I keep on losin' track
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| I try to stay outta trouble, but the devil’s draggin' me right back
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| Lord help me |