| Well he was pushing 80, but he acted 22
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| He could laugh and drink just like his grandchildren would do
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| There was square hay on the meadow, second cutting of the year
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| Well his summer work was over once they got the pasture cleared
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| They were drinking on the big bluff across the river from the field
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| Well he walked up to the edge and threw a stone in and he kneeled
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| And he looked down at the water, he said boys I’m going in
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| They were cheering when he jumped but he did not come up again
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| Well raise another round boys and have another glass
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| Be thankful for today knowing it will never last
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| Still lets leave the world laughing when our eulogies are read
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead
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| Well it was 20 after midnight, they were going 85
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| She was barely out of high school wanting bad to feel alive
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| Just a two lane piece of blacktop, a snakey stretch of road
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| Well the wind blew through the wing vents, it was clear and fresh and cold
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| Well the driver killed the headlights and he put the throttle down
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| When they hit the railroad crossing they were five feet off the ground
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| Just a-screaming through the midnight 'til they came down again
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| Well the front tire hit a bar ditch, they went end over end
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| Well raise another round boys and have another glass
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| Be thankful for today knowing it will never last
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| Still lets leave the world laughing when our eulogies are read
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead
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| Well I’m twenty eight years old now, I was born in '84
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| And I’ve been free as I can be and I won’t ask for anymore
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| So let the fiddle play a hoedown after I’ve drawn my last breath
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| Well tell everyone I know that I loved them all to death
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| Well raise another round boys and have another glass
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| Be thankful for today knowing it will never last
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| Still lets leave the world laughing when our eulogies are read
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead
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| May we all get to heaven 'fore the devil knows we’re dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Before The Devil Knows We're Dead , by - Turnpike Troubadours. Song from the album Goodbye Normal Street, in the genre Кантри