| Sun didn’t rise this morning
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| Not a sign come noon
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| Heard the noise of a thousand voices
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| But no one else was in my room
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| Reached for my holy bible
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| But it seems as though I’ve lost my ways
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| Don’t want no superstition to carry me down
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| Got the devil grinning in my face
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| Make me a pallet on your floor
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| Mama tell me what to do
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| Won’t serve it to me right
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| C’mon and bring me good news
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| Help me get rid of these blues
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| Got me stuck by the wayside
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| In the wee, wee hours
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| Won’t you spare this denier
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| From the brimstone and the fire
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| Lord won’t you give me power
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| Don’t want no angel to lay me away
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| No saint to worry my ol' mind
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| Write me no death letter
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| Bound for worse and not better
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| Jesus, don’t leave me behind
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| No I don’t need no headstone
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| Or writings on my grave
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| Break 'em on down — shake 'em on down
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| Lord knows I can’t be saved
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| I’ll never pray for no mercy no more
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| Or make amendments for my ways
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| I got time to reconsider
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| While I stay there and wither
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| With the devil grinning in my face |