| Down in the Delta there’s a tattoo parlor
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| With a black and white picture hangin' on the wall
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| Oh, oh of a stripper
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| The men are still talkin' 'bout the rainy night she walked in Took off her shirt like it was nothin' at all
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| Oh, oh what a picture
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| Everyone assumed she’d been drinkin'
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| When she pointed to her shoulders
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| And said, boys, here’s what I’m thinkin'
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| Put a devil on the left, an angel on the right
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| I’m already livin' in the middle of the fight
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| And round and round and round and round it goes
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| Part of me’s in heaven, part of me’s in hell
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| Part of me is strugglin' tryin' to find my way through life
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| With a devil on the left and an angel on the right
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| Down in the Delta there’s a rundown chapel
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| With a worn out floor where a preacher used to pray
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| Oh, oh for the stripper
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| While right across the street they were packed in tight
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| Just a-pushin' and a-shovin', sweatin' by the stage
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| Oh, oh to tip her
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| She brought a lot of men to their knees
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| But only one of them was thinkin'
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| Lord, won’t you help her please
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| She’s got a devil on the left, an angel on the right
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| They’ve got her dancin' in the middle of the fight
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| And round and round and round and round she goes
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| Part of her’s in heaven, part of her’s in hell
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| Part of her is strugglin' trying to find her way through life
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| With a devil on the left and an angel on the right
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| In a cornfield in Kansas there’s a little yellow house
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| With a white picket fence going all the way around
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| Oh, oh mama what’s that on your shoulders
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| No, no, no child, maybe when you’re older
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| Now there’s an angel on the left, an angel on the right
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| Ring around the rosie underneath the open sky
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| And round and round and round and round
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| Round and round and round and round they go |