| If I die drinking, I won’t feel much pain
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| 'Cause Lord, we all got demons that drive us all insane
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| I’ll die just like my daddy with a bottle in my hand
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| So if I die drinking, that’s just who I am
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| Well, if I die cheating in the arms of another’s girl
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| From the fit of rage and jealousy will take me from this world
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| Well can’t say I’d blame him, I’d prob’ly do the same
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| So if I die cheating, I’ll live with the shame
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| Well if I die singing some old lonesome song
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| We’re all drawn to heartache when someone’s done you wrong
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| The last song I’ll be playing is, 'When The Saints Go Marching In'
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| So if I die singing, oh, my song will never end
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| If I die praying to Jesus on my knees
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| Everyone I’ve ever loved will be waiting there for me
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| The dirt can have my body, the Lord, he owns my soul
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| So if I die praying, Lord, I ain’t afraid to go
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| If I die praying, Lord, I ain’t afraid to go |