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Mom and Dad took me to church, |
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To learn the Word, |
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And speak it good |
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I'm sure I was a good enough little girl |
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Made them proud |
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Sing it loud |
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Oh mister judge I wasn't always this way |
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I just changed one day, realized life's quite the little parade |
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For a little girl with a freckled face |
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I smiled wide, guess i lost my pride, |
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Guess I lost my pride |
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Oh I looked straight into the face of jesus |
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I lifted up my hands and grabbed another man |
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Oh when i was a little a girl |
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I made a due, |
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Fall in love again, |
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Teach myself the blues, teach myself the blues |
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That's when i found the bottle and started smoking cigarettes |
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And I started talking meaner and then I packed up my dress |
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Oh bless this mess, oh bless this mess |
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So don't tell me about the good Word |
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Don't tell me about the finer things in life |
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Don't tell me about your picket fence, |
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Your dodd and loving wife |
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Please just give me a glass of red wine and a steel six string guitar, |
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If you want to preach the good life then I'll meet you at the bar |
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So Mom and Dad took me to church to learn the Word to speak it good |
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I'm sure I was a good enough little girl |
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Made them proud, sing it loud |
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I will sing it now |
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I will sing it now |
