| The devil and me had a falling out.
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| Violation of contract beyond a shadow of a doubt.
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| Wherever he go, whomever he meet.
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| He got to cross my house on the other side of the street.
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| And you know that’s the truth. |
| Now here’s the part that the devil sings while
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| he’s
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| hanging his head in a hard rain:
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| Where I’m headed, I don’t know.
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| Down this path, we all go.
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| Grace and luck, blood from stone.
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| Got nowhere to call my home.
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| What comes around goes around three-fold or more.
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| Now you can’t get off of that killing floor.
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| I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from.
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| Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
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| The devil and me, bad blood and beef.
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| An undisciplined child, a liar and a thief.
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| It’s a low down shame, we were the best of friends.
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| But I suppose all good things got to come to an end.
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| What comes around goes around three-fold or more.
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| Now you can’t get off of that killing floor.
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| I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from.
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| Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
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| I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from.
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| Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
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| Gotta get off of that killing floor. |