| Can’t believe that you got me in a suit and tie
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| I had to take a pull so I wouldn’t cry
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| You got a line out the church door sayin' goodbye
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| Yeah, I believe 'em when they say you’re in a better place
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| You had a wild side, but you had amazing grace
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| I know you’re way off up in them clouds
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| But if you can still hear me right now
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| I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
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| I hope your mansion in the sky’s got a ten-acre field
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| With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
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| Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
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| Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
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| Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
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| And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
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| 'Til then, give Heaven some hell
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| I bet you’re lookin' for a crew like we had
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| Bunch of noise-makin' boys that like to live fast
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| Burnin' rubber in a parkin' lot
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| Man, I don’t know if the other side’s ready or not, but
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| I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
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| I hope your mansion in the sky’s got a ten-acre field
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| With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
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| Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
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| Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
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| Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
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| And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
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| 'Til then, give Heaven some hell
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| I was there when you raised your hand
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| Heads bowed, singing just as I am
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| Walkin' that aisle, prayin' that prayer
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| Man, it ain’t right, but if you gotta be there
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| I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
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| Hope your mansion in the sky’s got a ten-acre field
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| With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
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| Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
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| Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
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| Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
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| And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
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| 'Til then, give Heaven some hell
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| I was there when you raised your hand
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| Heads bowed, singing just as I am
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| Man, it ain’t right, man, it ain’t fair
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| I’ll see you again
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| But 'til then, give Heaven some hell |