| Gather round this table, boys
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| You bring your shame, I’ll loose my voice
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| Screaming at the gods about the bad we’ve done
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| Merle said mama tried but the prison still won
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| Your transgressions are mine as well
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| Anger grows in my bones if you could not tell
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| But I’ll find comfort in company
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| Lord forgive us, my boys and me
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| We’re having an all night revival
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| Someone call the women and someone steal the Bibles
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| For the sake of my survival
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| Baptize me in a bottle of Beam and put Johnny on the vinyl
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| Well the devil can scrap but the lord has won
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| And I’ll talk to him on the rising sun
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| His son rose and mine did too
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| I was coming down but now I’m talking to you
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| 'Cause we’re having an all night revival
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| Someone call the women and someone steal the Bibles
|
| For the sake of my survival
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| Baptize me in a bottle of Beam and put Johnny on the vinyl
|
| 'Cause we’re having an all night revival
|
| Someone call the women and someone steal the Bibles
|
| For the sake of my survival
|
| Baptize me in a bottle of Beam and put Johnny on the vinyl
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| Gather round this table, boys
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| Bring your shame, I’ll loose my voice
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| Screaming at the gods about the bad we’ve done
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| Merle said mama tried but the prison still won |