| Well I threw myself a party
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| Well it was just the other day
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| Well my wife wasn’t there but my old buddies were
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| ‘Cause somebody was goin' away
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| Well I’ve lived in this town for a lifetime
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| And I’ve sinned from beginning to z
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| And the preacher at our congregation
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| He knew just how to get into me
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| Well he’d stand there so high on his pulpit
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| And I knew when he talked of my soul
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| But that preacher he died there
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| With all of my lies
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| And my sins went with him when they put him in the hole
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| My sins went with him when they put him in the hole
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| Well bless my heart let the good time roll
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| My sins went with him when they put him in the hole
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| Well he drove a Ford Fiesta
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| What the hell kinda car is that?
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| Well he’d drive around here tryin' to flush out a queer
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| Or the man that ran over his cat
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| But his heart couldn’t take all the pressure
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| Tryin' to find what I already know
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| And my face has gone pious to Cheshire
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| Well the new preacher he is a young man
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| And he don’t speak as much from the book
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| And my wife doesn’t like that about him
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| But he makes up for that with his looks
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| So she stares up at him every Sunday
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| And in her eyes I can see all the lust
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| But I guess that I can’t be complaining
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| ‘Cause it was me that has broken our trust
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| So I hope she lives long or gets lucky
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| And he passes before she gets old
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| Then she won’t have to worry ‘bout nothin'
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| ‘Cause her sins will go with him when they put him in the hole
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| Her sins will go with him when they put him in the hole
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| Well bless her heart/ let the good times roll
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| ‘Cause her sins will go with him when they put him in the hole
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| Well bless our hearts; |
| let the good times roll
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| ‘Cause our sins will go with him when they put him in the hole
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| Our sins will go with him when they put him in the hole |