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The devil told my grampa |
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The day that he would die |
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And my grampa told my grandma |
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And she thought it was a lie |
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Then the day came and my |
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Grampa he lay dead |
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Just like the devil said |
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A train cut off his arms and legs |
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And it's a story that my mother told to me |
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Some people say that its too hard to believe, but |
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You gotta believe that my mother never lies |
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She's never in her life and my grampa he did die, yeah |
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My father he's hard-workin' man |
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The devil's never had a hand |
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In anything he did |
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He's the hardest workin' man I've ever seen |
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But I guess his hardest work, |
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It never worked on me, 'cause |
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He thinks I'm lazy and he |
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Thinks that I'm a shame because |
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I haven't got a job any |
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Money or a name and: |
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He's worried about me and what I'm gonna do |
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How I'm gonna live I hope the devil's worried too, yeah |
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My lover she's what keeps me alive |
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She's the only thing I like in this |
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World that I despise |
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She sings and her voice is soft and sweet |
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She whistles in the shower and |
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Somehow she loves me |
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My grandson asked me once, he said |
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"Grampa are you crazy?" and I said |
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"Just a touch" and I |
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Got out my guitar, |
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I showed him how to play and I |
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Taught him how to sing the song a little out of key, yeah |
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And the devil sang with me, and the devil sang with me |
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On my shoulder like a friend that never leaves |
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And the devil sang with me, and the devil sang with me |
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On my shoulder like a friend that never leaves |
