| Was broken down, by the side of the road, yeah
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| Was crawling in the darkness like a king snake in the woods
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| We were hiding in the tall grass
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| Hiding in the tall grass
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| Just looking for a place to shed our skins
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| We’re gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
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| And in the morning this old world won’t be the same
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| Won’t be the same, Lord
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| Snapshot lightning, silhouette expressions
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| Monumental faces in the flesh of Cypress trees and killing vines
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| Naked in the mud, girl
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| Let’s sling a little mud, girl
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| Just looking for a place to shed our skins
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| We’re gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
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| And in the morning this old world won’t be the same
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| We’re gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
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| And in the morning this old world won’t be the same
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| Won’t be the same, Lord
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| Feeling weak in the Itta Bina hot sun
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| Crawling to the station we were foamin' at the mouth
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| Sippin' on a tall boy, sippin' on a tall boy
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| Just looking for a place to shed our skins
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| We’re gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
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| And in the morning this old world won’t be the same
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| We’re gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
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| And in the morning this old world won’t be the same
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| We’re gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
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| And in the morning this old world won’t be the same
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| Show me the way, Lord! |