| I was fifteen when my daddy’s old man
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| Caught me half way through my first beer
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| He laughed so hard when my face turned green
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| He said «You come from a long line of sinners like me»
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| Now me and my brother go to see him some times
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| But he don’t have much to say anymore
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| So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D
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| Here’s to a long line of sinners like me
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| La de dah de dah
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| La de dah dah de de
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| I come from a long line of sinners like me
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| My mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin' boy
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| So she had two more just like him
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| It takes an angel to raise a family
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| That comes from a long line of sinners like me
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| Well now maybe who knows one day I’ll settle down
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| Give my dad a grandson of his own
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| And when the doctor smacks him, he’ll probably take a swing
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| Because he’ll come from a long line of sinners like me
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| La de dah de dah
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| La de dah dah de de
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| I come from a long line of sinners like me
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| On the day I die
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| I know where I’m going to go
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| Me and Jesus got that part worked out
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| I’ll wait at the gates til his face I see
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| And stand in a long line of sinners like me
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| I’ll stand in a long line of sinners like me
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| La de dah de dah
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| La de dah dah de de
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| I come from a long line of sinners like me
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| La de dah de dah
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| La de dah dah de de
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| Here’s to a long line of sinners like me
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| I come from a long line of sinners like me |