| I used to live in the country, brought up by the old folks' rules;
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| My pa was a preaching pastor, and my ma taught Sunday school…
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| I was told about devilish people who lived just to do no good;
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| All I knew was my religion, and how to serve the best I could…
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| I always knew about the son of evil — could lead a woman to no good…
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| Mm-hmm…
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| He used to get me from the church window, telling me I wouldn’t be missed
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| Promising we’d just hold hands, and maybe just one little kiss…
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| It was hard on me, backsliding — I’m disowned by my family
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| But I’d do it all over again, that’s how good it is to me…
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| But now, I’m the daughter of evil, and I’m trying to get you up in heah,
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| up in heah…
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| Oh, up in heah, up in heah…
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| Up in heah! |
| (Up in heah…) Oh, up in heah… (Up in heah…)
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| Up in heah! |
| (Up in heah…) Oh, oh… (Up in heah…)
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| It’s hard on you when you leave home, and your people say you’re on your own
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| When you’re walkin' in the streets, and you haven’t a meal all week…
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| Oh! |
| Oh, oh…
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| Oh, up in heah! |
| (Up in heah!) Up in heah… (Up in heah!)
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| It’s cold on this path of evil — the dew falls heavy and hard;
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| While I wait at bars and grills, commercial love, commercial thrill…
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| But I remember the righteous living, and doing all I knew for good;
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| If I could change this corruption, you know I would if I only could…
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| But now, now, I’m the daughter of evil, and I’m trying to get you up in heah,
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| up in heah…
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| Oh, up in heah… (Up in heah…)
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| Up in heah! |
| (Up in heah…) Oh, up in heah… (Up in heah…)
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| Up in heah! |
| (Up in heah…) Oh, oh… (Up in heah…)
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| Up in heah, up in heah, oh, up in heah… (Up in heah…)
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| Woo, up in heah! |
| (Up in heah…) Up in heah… (Up in heah…)
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| Oh! |
| Oh, oh, oh… |