| Oh you’re living in the shadow, daughter
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| Of a heritage you don’t understand
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| Oh our branches may reach up to heaven
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| But our roots dig where they can
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| Oh our river, it’s running wicked, yeah I watched it
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| Oh it’s troubling all of your friends
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| Baby, you watched them just sink in the water
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| Then you dove, you dove right in
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| Whiskey is the devil daughter
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| But you sinned, you sinned
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| Whiskey is the devil daughter
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| But you, you, you sinned
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| Oh what I need is the garden, and I promise
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| That I would do anything just to get back in
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| Don’t tell me the devil brought you the apple, daughter
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| When it’s you, it’s you bit in
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| Whiskey is the devil daughter
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| But you sinned, you sinned
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| Whiskey is the devil daughter
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| But you, you, you sinned
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| Oh what I need is the garden, and I promise
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| That I would do anything just to get back in
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| Don’t tell me the devil brought you the apple, daughter
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| When it’s you, it’s you bit in
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| Whiskey is the devil daughter
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| But you sinned, you sinned
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| Whiskey is the devil daughter
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| But you, you, you sinned |