| Mmh, once I was a gambling man
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| But now my gambling days are done
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| Mmh, once I was some love sick cowboy
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| I might say, I’ve holstered my gun
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| And the world is a whole lot safer since
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| I walked the line
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| In me you see penitent man
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| Whoa, you won’t catch me in no cathouse
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| Dancing in the buff with a bottle of moonshine
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| Least way’s, that’s the plan
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| Because I’m older n' wiser
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| I ain’t the fool I used to be
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| And now the way things are shaping
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| They’re gonna make a saying out of me
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| And no more tearing up the highway
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| Stoned out of my head
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| So near I am to a righteous man
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| So straight and narrow and spic and span
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| I think the next best thing is dead
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| Oh the next best thing is dead
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| Once I was thrown in a county jail
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| I gave it up to the Lord above (uh-huh)
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| When some big bad dude, 6 foot 8
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| Got hellbent on brotherly love
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| So I hopped the Mustang Shelby
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| In a backseat full of bones
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| Sweet Jesus I have been redeemed
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| So you might catch me in some juke joint
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| Raising Cain to the crack of dawn
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| But only in my dreams
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| Because I’m older n' wiser
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| I ain’t the fool I used to be
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| And now the way things are shaping
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| They’re gonna make a saying out of me
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| And no more tearing up the highway
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| Stoned out of my head
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| So near I am to a righteous man
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| Just a hoop and a holler from the Promised Land
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| I said the next best thing is dead
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| Oh the next best thing is dead |