| I used to live down in Alabama
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| Where the river’s so muddy gotta watch where you step
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| Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge
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| And a cousin or two a-want to give me just a little help
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| There’s damn sure not much to do down here
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| 'Cept to cook it down
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| And run it in your veins
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| That’s where the trouble started
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| I fucked a lot of friends
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| I fucked a lot of friends
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| Got a black line drawn right across my name
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| Before the soul dies
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| Before the sun burns out
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| I want to walk through heaven’s gate
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| I want to walk through heaven’s gate
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| Well I moved on over to Georgia
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| Where the people’re so nice you gotta watch where you step
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| Lookin' for toes and feelings
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| Kicking and screaming, I said my sheets stay soaking wet
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| The sun looks like the sun again
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| I got me a woman who does just a little wrong
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| I’m through with addiction and heartache
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| I’m through with it
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| I’m through with it
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| Lord, now I’m sayin' so long
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| Yeah I made a valid attempt
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| But I can’t change my spots
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| I lost everything again
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| I’ve lost everything I got, yeah yeah
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| And now my body dies
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| And the sun burns out
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| I’m gonna walk through heaven’s gate
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| I’m gonna walk through heaven’s gate |