| You don’t mess around with a man in black
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| You will say something wrong that you can’t take back
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| You wll go for a ride in his automobile
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| To a spot in the woods, just over the hill
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| No, you don’t mess around with a man in black
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| You don’t fool around with a woman in red
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| You’ll wake up alone in a cold, barren bed
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| And she’ll empty your pockets and tear out your heart
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| And leave you the wounds of a life torn apart
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| No, you don’t fool around with a woman in red
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| Oh, you never make deals with a man named Doc
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| Or you’ll have a gun in your hand by twelve o’clock
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| 'Neath the sodium lights with your heart in your throat
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| Your life won’t amount to a bottle of smoke
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| No, you never make deals with a man named Doc
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| Don’t bring me your tales of temptation and loss
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| The rags of your dreams, your shattered cross
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| You see, I’ve heard your confession, I know just who you blame
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| And if you had it all back you’d just lose it again
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| You can’t think on redemption if you ain’t saved
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| Don’t tell me your tales of temptation and loss;
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| Don’t bing me the pieces of your shattered cross |