| I’m a long-gone Waylon song on vinyl
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| I’m a back row sinner at a tent revival
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| But she believes in me like she believes her Bible
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| And loves me like Jesus does
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| I’m a lead foot leaning on a souped-up Chevy
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| I’m a good old boy, drinking whiskey and rye on the levee
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| But she carries me when my sins make me heavy
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| And loves me like Jesus does
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| All the crazy in my dreams
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| Both my broken wings
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| Every single piece of everything I am
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| Yeah, she knows the man I ain’t
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| She forgives me when I can’t
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| The devil, man, no, he don’t stand a chance
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| Cause she loves me like Jesus does
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| I always thought she’d give up on me one day
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| Wash her hands of me, leave me staring down some runway
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| But I thank God each night, and twice on Sunday
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| That she loves me like Jesus does
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| Yes, she knows the man I ain’t
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| She forgives me when I can’t
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| That devil, man, he don’t stand a chance
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| She loves me like Jesus does
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| I’m a long-gone Waylon song on vinyl |