| It’s a long, long lane that has no turning
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| And it’s a fire that always keeps on burning
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| Mister devil down below, pitchfork in his hand
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| And that’s where you are going to go, do you understand?
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| Devil’s gonna git you
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| Devil’s gonna git you
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| Oh, the devil’s gonna git you
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| Man, just as sure as you’s born
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| Devil’s gonna git you
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| Devil’s gonna git you
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| Oh, the devil’s gonna git you
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| The way you’re carryin' on
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| You go away, stay for weeks
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| On your doggone spree
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| Come back home, get in my bed
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| And turn your back on me
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| Oh the devil’s gonna git you
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| I mean the devil’s gonna git you
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| Man the devil’s gonna git you
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| Sure as you’s born
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| Dirty two-timer, dirty two-timer
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| Dirty two-timer, you ain’t coming clean
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| Oh the devil’s gonna git you
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| I mean the devil’s gonna git you
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| Oh the devil’s gonna git you
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| You know what I mean
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| I don’t want no two-time stuff
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| From my regular man
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| Don’t want nothing that’s been used
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| 'Cause it’s second-hand
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| The devil’s gonna git you
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| Oh the devil’s gonna git you
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| Man the devil’s gonna git you
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| Sure as you’re born to die |