| We raised a lotta hell on a Saturday night
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| And papa, he used whiskey to ease his pain (Yes he did)
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| And poor old granny just kneeled and prayed
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| And daddy had a hard run back in '93 (Mmm-hmm)
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| Lost his job at the plant and mama and me
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| And mama, she came home just like he knew
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| 'Cause outlaws and angels’ll make it through
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| I guess you could say that I was raised by outlaws and angels
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| Some draggin' me to church, or straight to hell
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| And bye and bye as I sit and cry
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| I cannot wash my hands (You know I can’t)
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| 'Cause I was raised on the law of the Lord
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| But I lived off the law of the land
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| (Talk to 'em Eddie)
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| And daddy worked his fingers to the bone
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| And made great granddaddy’s house our home (Mmm-hmm)
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| And mama, she stayed home, tryna keep it clean (Poor old mama)
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| And old daddy worked so much he’d just go to sleep
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| I guess you could say that I was raised by outlaws and angels
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| Some draggin' me to church, or straight to hell (Yeah man)
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| And bye and bye as I sit and cry
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| I cannot wash my hands
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| 'Cause I was raised on the law of the Lord
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| But I lived off the law of the land
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| (One more time)
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| Say I was raised by the law of the Lord
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| But I lived off the law of the land
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| (Yip!)
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| I like that right there
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| Ah, we gon' 'bout lil' knock out another one
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| One! |
| Two! |
| Three! |
| Four! |