| I run over a squirrel in Arkansas
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| before the blood wasn’t even dry,
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| When I see a few fallen angels
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| and Lucifer tryin' to hitch a ride
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| I pull over, they jump in,
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| Lucifer says «how far’s Mobile?»
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| I say I don’t rightly know,
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| I’m goin' to Nashville to get a publishin' deal.
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| And the fallen angels just laugh
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| Call me Lucif? |
| And listen, don’t take this wrong.
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| «Ain't nobody in this town gonna
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| wanna publish your song.»
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| «You're cool but you old,
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| they don’t care about that snake farm groove and grip.»
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| «And you didn’t make any money
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| even when that ass Paul Thorn recorded it.»
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| And the fallen angels just laugh.
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| I said, «that's cold,
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| your worthy of your reputation for bein' evil.»
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| «Ain't no need to sugar coat it»
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| he said, «unless you’re in St. Patrick’s Cathedral.»
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| «Anyhow, how 'bout it,
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| you drivin' us down to Mobile?»
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| «We'll pay for cash,
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| buy you a lottery ticket and a confession prayer wheel.»
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| And the fallen angels just laugh.
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| «Might as well» I said,
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| «If you tell me about getting thrown outta heaven»
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| Luke said «Sure, first stop at a package store,
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| let’s get a bottle of Seagrams Seven.»
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| I pull into Nervous Charlie’s — Fireworks
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| and All Night Liquor Store.
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| Luke gets out pulls out a gun,
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| puts on a ski mask and walks through the door.
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| And the fallen angels just laugh.
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| Well, I hear a couple shots,
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| oh Luke comes runnin' back.
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| He says, «Make like Ray Charles
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| and hit the road Jack!»
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| I pull out almost wrecking,
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| but I make it to the highway somehow.
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| Luke says, «How do you think that clerk likes
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| Take Your Sons To Work Day now?»
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| And the fallen angels just laugh.
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| I’m persona non-grata now,
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| barrelin' down the highway.
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| Luke takes a sip of Seagrams says
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| «Well as heaven that goes I aint much to say.»
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| I started a small rebellion
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| never thinking I’d end up hell bound.
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| «Oh the story was
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| I got tired of god jacking me around»
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| And the fallen angels just laugh.
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| Luke says, «I saw you on Jimmy Fallon
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| singing Drunken Poet’s Dream»
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| «So why go to Nashville
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| knowing you never ever gonna be mainstream?»
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| «Go to somewhere like Texas
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| where they dig roots and blues and country that’s real. |
| ««It's better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven,
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| that’s why I’m going to Mobile.»
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| And the fallen angels just laugh.
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| And the fallen angels just laugh.
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| And the fallen angels just laugh. |