| Satan is real working in spirit
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| You can see him an' hear him every day
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| Satan is real working with power
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| He can tempt you an' lead you astray
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| (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…)
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| Well, my worn out boots are takin' me down town
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| An' I’m lookin' for trouble an' I wanna get loud
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| Serve me up a drink an' I’ll shoot it right down
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| An' I’ll jump up on the bar an' holler: «One more round.»
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| I’m goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
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| Ain’t nothin' slowin' me down
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| An' I’m goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
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| So you just better get me one more round
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| Well, back in the day with my Uncle Jim
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| He kept a lotta moonshine out in the shed
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| Taught me how to drink, how to be real proud
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| Of my hillbilly ways an' my outlaw style
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| I’m goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
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| Ain’t nothin' slowin' me down
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| I’m goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
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| So you just better get me one more round
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| Instrumental Break
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| Well, I’m bracin' these back roads tryin' to save my life
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| 'Cause the Sheriff wants to kill me 'cause I f****d his wife
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| I was on the run with a gun in my hand
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| 'Cause I liked a good time an' a one-night stand
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| I’m goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
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| Ain’t nothin' slowin' me down
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| I’m goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
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| So you just better get me one more round
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| Hell, you just better get me one more round |