| Well I ain’t never been an angel
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| I ain’t never been called a saint
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| Yeah, I’ve decorated every bar in town
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| With a big red coat of paint
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| But good thing I had a good raisin'
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| For all the Hell I’ve raised since then
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| When that roll is called up yonder
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| I know they’ve gonna let me in
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| And he ain’t letting go, he ain’t letting go
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| The Devil reaches out but he can’t grab hold
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| And he ain’t letting go, he ain’t letting go
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| Might have a little rust on my halo
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| But when I’m gone I know where I’ll go
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| Now I’ve been a little more cold beer
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| Than holy water, it’s true
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| More Saturday night on an old bar stool
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| Than a Sunday morning pew
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| But even old Hank Williams
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| Finally saw the light
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| And, oh hallelujah, I have too
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| And it ain’t just the neon kind
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| And he ain’t letting go, he ain’t letting go
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| The Devil reaches out but he can’t grab hold
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| And he ain’t letting go, he ain’t letting go
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| Might have a little rust on my halo
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| But when I’m gone I know where I’ll go
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul, yeah
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| Jesus got a tight grip on my soul, yeah
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| Whoa, I got a long, long way to go
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| Whoa, but I’m gonna get there I know
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| And he ain’t letting go, he ain’t letting go
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| The Devil reaches out but he can’t grab hold
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| And he ain’t letting go, he ain’t letting go
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| Might have a little rust on my halo
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| But when I’m gone I know where I’ll go
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| 'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
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| Yeah he does, and he ain’t letting go |