| I ain’t afraid of the bite of a snake
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| There ain’t a hole deep enough for my grave
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| The only thing that can cut to my bone
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| Is how you love me mama like a chiseled stone
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| Throw another dime in the devils keep
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| I had a heart made out of lead
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| I danced throught the valley of the shadow if death
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| There ain’t a ghost Im affraid to see
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| But you’ve got a way honey of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| Throw another dime in the devils keep
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| There ain’t a bottle that can bring me down
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| I crawl out of the gutter drink another round
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| For living nine lives theres nine kinds of hell
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| And a one look woman got me under her spell
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| And if i ever reach the pearly gates
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| And old St Peter just turns me away
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| Down to the land of fire and hate
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| You’ll be the one last fear i want to face
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| Throw another dime in the devils keep
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way
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| You’ve got a way of getting to me
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| You’ve got a way |