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Well, I don't know what my uncle did |
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But he must have done it right |
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They sure strung him up one Saturday night |
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He had spent his whole life fussin' |
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Would have spent his last breath cussin' |
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'Til he realized the deal was really done |
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He started screamin' "hallelujah" |
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Tryin' to make his peace with everyone |
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Yeah, he was kickin' and screamin' |
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Just like he came in |
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He was kickin' and screamin', darlin' |
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Right to the bitter end |
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Ain't it funny how we come in kickin' giddyup |
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And go out hollerin' whoa |
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Lord, we never want to be here |
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Sure don't ever want to go |
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Well, I could hear those church bells ringin' |
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To my best friend I was clingin' |
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Screamin' "If you love me brother don't let me go" |
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Well then the whole scene was repeated |
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Two years later I begged and pleaded |
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Screamin' "If you love me, honey, |
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Now you know you wouldn't want to let me go" |
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No, I didn't want to do it |
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But I sure don't want to see it come undone |
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Yeah, I was kickin' and screamin' |
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Just like I came in |
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I was kickin' and screamin', darlin' |
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Right to the bitter end |
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Ain't it funny how we come in kickin' giddyup |
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And go out hollerin' whoa |
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Lord, we never want to be here |
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Sure don't ever want to go |
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Yeah, I was kickin' and screamin' |
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Just like I came in |
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I was kickin' and screamin', darlin' |
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Right to the bitter end |
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Ain't it funny how we come in kickin' giddyup |
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And go out hollerin' whoa |
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Seems, we never want to be here |
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Sure don't ever want to go |