| I was drunk on hooch four nights long
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| When I rolled underneath this mobile home
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| The folks woke up and drove away
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| Left me here with these two dead legs
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| Now I’m rolling, rolling, rolling
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| I’ve been rolling
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| And I roll to the switchyards
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| Roll past the cops
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| I roll to the boxcars
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| And I pick myself up
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| I roll through the nights
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| And I roll through the gates
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| I roll through the cities
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| And I roll through the states
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| This is my body
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| This is my blood
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| Sufficient I am to the day
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| The Lord took my legs
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| Now it won’t help if you pray
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| So don’t spill my courage away
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| No don’t spill my courage away
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| Well I know what you want from me
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| You need an interview for your christian TV
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| And prove to your viewers what a man can lose
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| You’ve got the wrath of God and losing confused
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| Cause I’ve been rolling, rolling, rolling
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| I’ve been rolling
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| You say my savior has forgotten me
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| You say my God has forsaken me
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| You say my savior has forgotten me
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| You say may God have pity on me
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| This is my body
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| This is my blood
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| Sufficient I am to the day
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| The Lord took my legs
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| Now it won’t help if you pray
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| So don’t spill my courage away
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| No don’t spill my courage away |