| I taught the hellhound to sit
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| Cheatin Satan playing cards
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| I taught the hellhound to sit
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| Cheatin Satan playing cards
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| I pulled a knife on the devil
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| When he damned my heart
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| Well, I tease the kitchen cobras
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| I dare them to bite
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| Well the lunge — they hiss
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| But, the serpent thinks twice
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| One look at my eyes
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| He recoils in fright
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| Rough and tumble stitches and scars
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| Whenever I rumble it’s no holds barred
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| And I ain’t
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| Afraid of midnight
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| Well, I ain’t afraid of midnight
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| I’ll dance in that graveyard
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| Well, bring on that hooded bugler
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| He can sound his taps for me
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| Bring on the that hooded bugler
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| He can sound his taps for me
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| But, when the reaper comes
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| He best be packin heat
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| Rough and tumble stitches and scars
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| Whenever I rumble it’s no holds barred
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| And I ain’t
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| Afraid of midnight
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| Well, I ain’t afraid of midnight
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| I’ll dance in that graveyard
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| And I ain’t
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| Afraid of midnight
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| No, I ain’t
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| Afraid of midnight
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| I ain’t afraid baby
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| I don’t see … no midnight
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| I’ll dance in that graveyard |