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The devil's brand is on my bones |
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An' from inside the holy ghost groans |
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Sure as shootin' the undertaker knows |
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He lays the headstones in endless rows |
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One an' all we croak like a raven |
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It's the dead an' the dyin' we're cravin' |
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One an' all, follow the man tall |
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Hear his voice an' drop to a dead crawl, yeah |
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Hey boy, look straight at the sun |
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To the center you make a dead run |
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You're gonna halfta cut off both my hands |
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I got pride as big as Dixie Land |
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I wanna sit where the velvet is red yes an' |
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Where can I lay this apple core? |
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I wanna drink of the blood that was shed girl |
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I can't breathe anymore |
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Ya that's right she's waltzin' out the door |
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To dandy lions waitin' |
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Ya that's right and she wants more |
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She's my lady in waitin' |
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One an' all we croak like a raven |
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It's the dead an' the dyin' we're cravin' |
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One an' all, follow the man tall |
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Hear his voice an' drop to a dead crawl, yeah |
