| Put me in a hole in the ground
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| With the money and the towel
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| And the women all runnin' around
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| Can’t complain about the mess
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| Momma killed the only dress
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| Now she’s longin' for the pines
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| Watch my troubles all unwind
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| Drinkin' gasoline and wine
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| Catch a chill off the stove
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| On the train they cannot feel
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| Lost my head beneath the wheel
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| Now she steals my body home
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| The trees are fake, the air is dead
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| The birds are stuffed with poison lead
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| And the ground is much too clean
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| And if it’s only me who’s scared
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| Strap 'em to the electric chairs
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| Ring the moon like a broken bell
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| When she drags you from the hill
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| Daddy’s gonna burn down the still
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| We can watch it from the rooftop
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| Lay in to the fryin' pan
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| Now she kisses her own hand
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| With the fiddle on the fire
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| I took a leap into the fog
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| Sleepin' on a hollow log
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| Now I’m coughin' with no mouth
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| You can keep yourself inside
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| But you know you cannot lie
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| When the devil’s your only friend |