| Oh I got one hand on the bottle, and the other on the wheel
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| And I’m tearin up a gravel road, just north of Sandersville
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| I’m headin’down the holler, heard there’s a party goin’on,
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| Stole some moonshine from my dad, and half of its already gone.
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord, help me make it through the night
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| Cuz I just cant help my self,
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| Oh I try, I try but I can’t turn it around,
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| Oh no I just can’t help myself.
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| Oh I picked up the preacher’s daughter; |
| she’s as fine as she is wild,
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| And when her daddy’s not around, she don’t act like a preacher’s child
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| And I knew what she was after when asked me for the ride
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| Yea daddy’s little angels got fire in her eyes
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| Oh Lord, or Lord, help me make it through the night
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| Cuz I just can’t help myself.
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| Oh I try, I try, but this girl’s all over me,
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| Oh and I just can’t help myself.
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| Aw help me now.
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| Well ill be in church tomorrow, I’ve got a lot to pray about
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| Sin to be forgiven and demons to cast out.
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| And if I die come Monday, I know ill be heaven bound
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| And ill be white as snow until the weekend rolls around |
| Oh Lord, or Lord, help me make it through the night
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| Oh cuz I just can’t help myself.
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| Oh I try, I try, but I can’t turn it around,
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| Oh no I just can’t help myself.
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| Oh no I just can’t help myself.
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| Oh I just can’t help myself |